dorks have their eyes zoned in on his hand, mouths hanging open.
“But have you seen one with that?” Eric asks smoothly, arching an eyebrow.
Dork two swallows, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. He shakes his head once. Eric smirks.
“Didn’t think so.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I’ll never understand men and their obsession with cars.
He stops a foot away, his fresh island scent filling the space between us. His secret smirk still on his thick lips. I want to feel those lips on mine, but I would never just presume to kiss him. I am not in control. He is. I am his.
He tips his sunglasses perching them on top of his head. Keeping his dark blue eyes locked with mine, he leans in, pressing his lips just below my ear, making me shudder.
“Nice hair tie”
“Thank you, Sir,” I reply, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. Bending down, he opens the door of the car for me to get in, closing it behind me. Once buckled in next to me, he looks over. His perfect face sexy and serious.
“You have been a good girl today Eva. You have pleased me.”
I smile, basking in his praise. All the frustration was worth it just for this.
“Open your legs and rest your ankles on the dash.”
I swallow once, glancing around. Busy commuters are rushing along the pavement. My heart picks up at the thought of the brazenness of the act: but I do it anyway. Nobody is paying me any attention. They all just want to get home after a busy day. Once he is happy with the way I am displayed he drives off, weaving through the City streets.
Sliding his hand between my legs, he pushes two fingers inside me. Fingering me leisurely. rubbing my desperate slick clit with his thumb. All to soon he removes them. Sucking each one salaciously. I moan in need.
“Play with yourself Eva, bring yourself to the edge and then stop. Repeat until we arrive home… Do not come.”
His firm commanding tone excites me so much, juice drips down my thigh onto the seat.
“Yes Sir.” I whimper, beginning my torment. By the time we pull up outside our house. I am panting, sweating from the exertion, and desperate to come. The nerves in my clit are singing, I’m so close. I’m scared to move. The slightest bit of friction will have me hurtling over the edge. It would be unstoppable.
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