Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I expect him to get on top of me. Or order me to suck his cock. Instead, he leans his back against the door and regards me with cool silence. Teasing me with the thick, swollen length of his perfect cock. One arm hangs over the side of the back of the seat, the other laying limply on his thigh.
“I'm naked.” I eye him with caution, unsure what game we are currently playing but knowing he has a plan of which I am unaware.
“I see that.” He rubs his lower lip with a thumb. His eyes are fierce in the low.
We stare at each other. I watch his cock twitch and the bead of glistening pre-cum pops over the head, making my mouth water.
“I want to lick that.”
His jaw hardens. “Good to know. Get that plug out.”
A rush of heat winds through me. “What? Here?”
“Yes, baby girl. Take it out. Tell me how it feels while you do it.”
Shyness swoops in to silence me.
“Take off your other shoe, put your heels on the seat, slide down as much as you can, then spread your legs wide so I have the best view possible.”
He flicks a button and a small light illuminates the space between the seats. Great. A spotlight.
I moan and shift my hips forward, hoping I can tempt him to fuck me instead, but it doesn’t work. Spreading my legs, I feel a hot gush of my juices.
“I'm going to ruin your seats.”
“You’re making them perfect. I’ll smell your pussy every day. This is just the beginning. Your sweetness will eventually be everywhere. If the cops ever have to check the car for bodily fluids, it will look like a crime scene back here. Now get that plug out.”
I hold the base of the plug and give it a gentle pull. My body resists. Biting my lip, I close my eyes. I drop my head back onto the seat and give it another slow tug feeling my opening stretch around the foreign object.
“Ow,” I hiss.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“It hurts but makes me want to cum at the same time.”
“Keep going. Keep telling me how it feels…”
I wince as the thickest portion of the plug pulls at my tight muscle. “It feels like I can’t open up anymore, like I can’t get it out…” The pitch of my voice rises as panic sets in. “What if I can’t get it out?”
“Calm down. It went in, it will come out. Hold it right there for a second…”
I do as he says, watching as he crouches forward, his face above my pussy. He spits and I feel it run down my hot open folds, then it’s his fingers, spreading my juices and his saliva onto the plug and my tight ring of flesh.
“There, now try again.”
I hiss on an inhale and slowly pull, feeling my body open, the slickness easing the way.
“I hope you like it, because that plug’s going to get bigger and bigger, I need to prep you for my cock.”
“That’s a very big cock.”
The plug finally eases out of my body and I feel an erotic sense of relief.
“I know.”
“Now what?” I hold the plug by the end, dangling it between my open legs. A sense of pride swells inside me that I did as he asked. I pushed through my fear to give him what he wanted.
“Put it in there.” He nods toward the little mini bar to my right, where there is a small plastic bag lining a crystal glass.
I do as he says, looking back to see his cock is standing upright. The tip is a deep, angry, crimson color and the size is otherworldly.
“Now, rub your clit. Show me how you play with yourself when you think of me. Because I know you think of me.”
I purr. “How about I play with your cock instead? He looks like he needs attention.”
He snaps his fingers between us. “My way. Get to work.”
I slide my fingers down my open lips, rubbing through the juices, moaning as the tender nerve endings burst in delight.
“It’s not fair. I want to touch you.”
“It’s not always going to be fair, baby. Better get used to that.”
I do as he asks, playing and closing my eyes and showing him what I do when I’m alone, but every time I hover near an orgasm, he orders me to stop.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I let out a frustrated groan as he sits there, calm and silent, his magnificent cock twitching, clear droplets running out of the tip.
“May I touch you pleeeease?” My fingers work my clit, trying to trick him into allowing me to cum.
“No, you may not, but I do appreciate your polite inquiry.” His voice is low. “Slow down. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”
“Please, let me cum. I’m so close, Daddy…”