“Dripping,” I growl against her ear.
“God, I’m so full, but I want more. I don’t know what I need,” she whimpers, rolling her hips and grinding onto my dick with her ass still on my lap.
Sliding my finger in up to the knuckle, I curl the tip and move in a come-hither motion, rubbing, pinching, and tapping her clit until she comes, her entire body curling in on itself with the force of her release.
Slick arousal coats my hand, my thighs, and probably my pants and her skirt, but I don’t care. I’ll drown in her every day for the rest of my life and die a happy man. My dick is screaming for release, but I’m so close to the edge I know it won’t take much. Slipping my finger from inside of her, I band my arm around her waist and start to bounce her up and down my dick.
Balls tightening, I feel my release build from my toes and explode from my cock, coating her pussy with my cum. The car is a mess by the time I lift her out of my lap and lay her back on the back seat, elevating her legs into the air with one hand as I try to put my dick away with the other.
My jeans are damp, and so is the back of her skirt, and I make a note to pack a change of clothes in the back of the car for us from now on, in case this happens again.
“What else is on your list?” she asks, staring up at me, her naked pussy on display as I hold her legs in the air.
“Wrapping you in ribbons,” I remind her.
“Just my wrists?”
“No. Your legs too. Like this,” I demonstrate, holding her legs tightly together and tipping them toward her head, folding her in two.
“What else?”
“This,” I say, running the pad of my thumb from her creamy pussy to her asshole.
“There?” she asks, her eyebrows rising.
“Once my baby is in your belly, I plan to enjoy filling your other holes with my cum,” I explain.
“What else?”
“Most of the other things I dreamed about doing we’ve already done.”
“We have?”
“Yes.”
“Like what?” she pushes, always wanting more.
“Tasting you, feeling you, sleeping inside of you. In the pool, the gym, the car.”
“That’s it?”
“What’s on your list?” I ask, turning her curiosity back on her.
“I want…” Pausing, she swallows quickly.
“Tell me,” I insist.
“I want what you threatened,” she finally blurts.
“What I threatened?” Thinking back, I try to remember what sexual act I mentioned that could be considered a threat. When I remember, another unexpected smile spreads across my lips. “You want me to take you over my knee and spank you?” I state.
“I-I-I…” she stutters.
“You liked it the last time I spanked you. I liked it too. But you need more, don’t you? You need to be put over my knee like a naughty little doll and spanked. I won’t hurt you. But I think we’d both find pleasure in me heating your skin until it’s red and hot to the touch.”
A small whine of need slips from her parted lips as she nods.
A fresh surge of her arousal, mixed with my cum, oozes from her cunt, but we don’t have time for me to fuck her again. The sound of the alarm on my cell buzzes, and I remember for the first time since we drove away from the studio that it’s after 1300 hours, and we haven’t eaten yet.
