Now, I saw everything. The little groomed patch of hair, her pussy lips opened from her position. Thattight hole that no one had ever been in. Even her little asshole. All of it glistening.
“Good girl,” I said, voice so deep it sounded like a bucket of rusty nails.
Pre-cum was making my boxers wet. I might have been able to come from just eyeing her. Knowing she listened to me. Did what I asked.
“You ever play with your pussy? You make yourself come?”
She nodded. Shit.
“Show me.”
She shook her head.
Steering with one hand, I moved my right across the console and down between her thighs. She tilted her knees in, but it did nothing to prevent me from sliding my fingers over her.
“Fucking soaked.”
“Hayes,” she said, her voice breathy.
I couldn’t miss her clit. It was swollen and hard, but I only brushed it lightly before circling her hole. She wasn’t coming for the first time with me while I was driving. I needed to be able to watch her come and not drive into a fucking ditch.
So I teased her. Circled her, pet her, brushed her clit over the hood.
Soon, she was rolling her hips, panting. Her handheld my wrist, as if to hold on to something, not pull me away.
When I finally parked in front of my house, she was pleading with me.
“Hayes, please. Oh, please.”
I slipped my hand free–the hardest fucking thing in the world to do–and brought the coated fingers to my mouth. Licked her juices clean. Tasted her for the first time.
“Good girls get to come. You want to come, princess?”
She looked at me, begged with her eyes. “God, yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked.
She licked her lips. Her legs were still up on the dash even though I’d turned off the engine. She was fucking perfect.
“Yes, Mr. Wilder.”
“Stay right there.” With that, I was out of the truck and around to her side, the door flung open in seconds. I ducked under one of her legs, set my hand on her right one and placed it over my shoulder.
Then I ate her out. Right there in front of my house. Her legs up. Seatbelt still on.
I’d had a hint of her taste from my fingers but I needed it from the source.
Her pussy was covered,covered,in her. Sticky. Sweet. I licked it all up, but her honey kept dripping out. Because she’d been a good girl, she deserved to come, just like I said. I flicked her clit, sucked it into my mouth as I circled her entrance. I could feel it clench and release, needy to be fucked.
Not yet. Nothing was going in that hole before my dick. It would be the first thing she had inside her.
“Hayes!” she cried. “I’m… oh, I–HAYES!”
She came, her head thrashing, her pussy gushing onto my chin.
Fuck, was she pretty. The sound of her. Her passion. Her inhibition. The first orgasm with a man and she did it in the front seat of a truck. Legs splayed.
When she lay wilted and replete, I kissed her sensitive clit, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. It was no use, I’d need a towel to sop up all her juices.
