“I’m going to have to own your ass and remind you who you belong to.”
My panties grow damp. “You think you could do it, big boy?”
“Oh, we both know I can.”
“I might need you to refresh my memory.”
His nostrils flare. “Get in the truck.”
I shudder as I rush to comply. Inside the car, I buckle in and grip the edge of my seat. The games are about to begin.
He pulls out of the driveway, and I l
ick my lips. Nervous energy has me fidgeting in my seat. Once we’re off the street, he reaches across the center console and caresses my knee. My heart skips a beat and the muscles in my belly jerk. He trails his fingers up, pushing my skirt to the tops of my thighs. Warmth spreads with every caress of his fingertips.
“Funny, you’re quiet now. Where’s all that yak you were spitting earlier?”
I lick my lips. “I’m saving it for you when you show me something.”
We brake for a red light, and he slaps my pussy. I gasp and jerk in my seat.
“Is that what you were expecting?” He delivers three more blows that have me spreading my legs as wide as I can and rolling my hips.
“Greenlight.” The humor in his voice as he returns his attention to driving would irritate me if I wasn’t a quivering mass of need. My panties are soaked, and a throbbing pulse is beating in my core.
“If you want something you have to tell me. You know how it works.” He wants me to ask him. I bite my tongue. “No? You don’t want me to play with your kitty? You must not be wet enough. I’m not doing my job properly then, huh?” He slips his hand under my skirt and traces the crease where my leg meets my hips. The whisper soft touch is torturous. He moves up and runs his fingers over the top of the band of my panties. My breathing is shallow, and my resolve is slipping. He runs his knuckles over my center, and I crumble.
“Please.”
“Please what, sassy?”
“Touch me.”
“I am.” He massages my inner thigh.
“My pussy. Touch my pussy.”
“All you had to do was ask, pretty girl,” he says huskily. He slips his hand inside my panties and circles my clit. The relief thrusts me back in my seat like a plane taking off.
“Yesss. Right there, Ollie.”
“Here?” He adds pressure and rubs faster.
“Oooh yeah.” My body shakes and I bite my lip. So close.
“Stop sign.”
He removes his hand, and I cry out, as my body is denied the last stroke it would take to set me off.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself.”
Gritting my teeth, I press my thighs together to relieve the intense ache.
“Not that either. Legs open.”
I whimper as I lose the friction and spread my legs wide.
“Good girl. I promise you it’ll be worth it.” His voice is downright devilish. He knows what he’s doing and that yes, he can back up the talk. So I’ll play by his rules to get the reward. I’ve never known this level of intensity before. My arousal fades slightly, and his fingers return, circling, flicking, and driving me back up. I close my thighs around his hand, desperate for more.