Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, and my self-control snaps. My fingers unfasten the three buttons, revealing the top of her lacey red underwear.
Oh, you have to be kidding me.
I bend down and nip at the space below her belly button, gaining me a moan. She arches her back and presses herself into me, and I grip her ass, pushing her closer.
“Nathan, someone could see,” she says, her voice all breathy.
“You think I’d stop just because someone could see us? Oh, you’ve severely underestimated me, princess.”
My words cause her to tilt her head back as I dip my fingers into the front of her jeans and trace her pussy over her panties.
I’m teasing her. I’m well aware. But she’s been teasing me for months.
“Fuck, Nathan.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “More.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, I do. I need more.”
It’s enough for me to hoist her up in my arms and walk her over to my car. I slip into the front seat with her on my lap, and within seconds, I’ve discarded both of our jeans.
The parking lot is dark and quiet, with cars surrounding us. I know people could leave the party and see us out here, but there isn’t a sliver of me that cares. I want them to know Mae is mine. Always has been and always will be.
“Pull your panties to the side.”
She does as I tell her, and she bares her glistening pussy for me. So wet and needy.
I don’t rush it. I want this moment to last forever, so I use my index finger to spread her wetness onto her clit, keeping my touch soft as I twirl over it. She moans, and I hush her, telling her, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
I slip two fingers into her and curl them, ensuring I’m hitting her g-spot each time I drag them out and thrust back in. I twist them, eyes trained on a panting Mae who’s clutching onto me for dear life—as if she can’t contain her desperation for me.
“You’re so fucking tight.” My voice is husky, laced with lust and love for this girl.
She’s absolutely ruining me, andI’mthe one pleasuringher.
I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip when Mae orders me to quicken the pace, but I ignore her request, teasing her. Keeping the same rhythm, I watch in satisfaction when she begins rocking against me, trying to chase the pleasure.
“Nathan,” she growls, nails digging into my shoulder.
“Yes, princess? Something wrong?”
Her free hand moves to play with her clit, but she draws her eyebrows together. “It’s not enough. More, Nathan. Please.”
Fuck. I love the way she says my name. I love it even more when she moans it, though.
So I give her what she wants, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy at a merciful pace, watching her throw her head back and whimper.
My cock is throbbing, but I’m not one to skip out on foreplay. Pleasuring my girl and showing her that I care about her coming is one of my favourite parts of sex. Too many men don’t do it these days.
My other hand presses down on her clit, taking over from her, and I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, indicating she’s close.
“Is my girl going to come for me?”
Mae nods. “Yes, yes, I’m going to come.”
“Fuck, my dick is so hard watching you like this for me.”
Within seconds, she’s shaking, nipples hardening even more under her top—if that’s possible—as she erupts above me. The string of moans that leave her will forever be tattooed into my mind. Locked away. Only for me.
