He’s deliberately teasing me, sliding his fingers up and down my slit, and I let him. Even though my panties are still in the way, my clit still buzzes with excitement.
“I like the way you hold your breath whenever I do this,” he murmurs.
His fingers circle my clit, fondling me without shame even though we’re still in the car and he’s driving. He keeps his eyes on the road and his hand on my pussy like he owns both.
Slowly but surely, his fingers find their way into my panties. I feel as though I’m being watched—as if the outside world knows we’re doing something we’re not supposed to be doing—but I don’t want him to stop either.
“Do you like it when I touch you there?” he asks, dipping in and out of my wetness.
“Fuck …” I hiss, barely able to utter a word.
He hums. “That’s what I thought. And you know what else?” He pushes a finger inside me, making me gasp. “I can’t wait to get back home and claim that pussy as mine.”
He starts fingering me right there in the car with no regrets. It’s as if he doesn’t care that anyone could see us. As if all he wants is to see the heat on my cheeks and hear the moans coming from my mouth.
They’re definitely coming out now.
I lean back against the headrest, trying not to succumb to my growing desire to come, but it’s so damn hard. He knows exactly how to play me, knows exactly what buttons to push to make me squirm. To make me beg for more.
And he loves it. He loves the power he exerts over my body, how he can make me do whatever he desires.
Like now … when I slowly grasp for his belt buckle and free him, when I zip him down and take out his cock … he was waiting for it.
I can hear it in the chuckle coming from his mouth as I start to massage him. I can’t help it. When he touches me like this, I want to feel him. I want to feel that he wants me because it’s the only truth I know to be real.
So I let him finger fuck me while I jerk him off.
The car is jolting, and he’s slowing down, trying to adjust to his increasing needs … and lack of concentration on the road. I know it’s dangerous, but he initiated this game. It was his idea, so who am I to stop it?
Because that’s just it. I was never able to stop him from doing anything.
He is always in control … and I’ve even grown to like it.
When he touches my clit as he swirls around inside me, I moan out loud, and the sound makes his cock bob up and down in my hands. He enjoys the sounds I make. Loves to see me weak under his palm. It gets him off. I like that about him … it’s the only power I have over him.
So I moan louder and louder until his fingers play me so fast I explode all over his hand.
When he takes out his fingers, he immediately licks them off and groans with excitement. “Fuck, you taste so good. I’m going to lick your pussy so hard when we get home,” he says.
I’m still rubbing him, spreading his pre-cum all over his dick. But as his hand moves around my neck, I know what he really wants. So I bend over and start giving him head.
Soft, at first, licking my way up and down his shaft so he’s wet. When I lower my mouth around his length, he moans out loud too, and the car sways a little.
I grin. I love the way I affect him. That I can do something to him that makes him weak too.
While I’m still buzzing in the afterglow, I suck him off. His hand rests atop my head, guiding me up and down, his other hand still firmly on the wheel. The faster I go, the harder he gets. Veins start to protrude, and the pre-cum is flowing heavily onto my tongue, which I lather all over him. His hand pushes me down, forcing me to take him all the way to the base.
I gag and choke, pulling back to take a breath. But then I’m right back on him as he forces me down. The closer he gets, the more hard-handed he gets, pushing me to my limits, making me cough.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat,” he groans, shoving my face down against his legs. The tip of his cock bangs against the back of my throat. “Swallow,” he groans.
I wheeze as he roars. Seed jets onto my tongue and deep down my throat, causing me to choke on his cum. I swallow it down in a desperate attempt to breathe. Still, the cum that lingers tastes delicious even though I don’t want it to.