Oh, gameon.
“You did great, baby,” I tell her, then reach into the car and grasp her hips, flipping her over onto her back. In an instant, I’m in the car, hovering over her. I brace one hand on the window andslip the other beneath the nape of her neck, my fingers threading into her wet hair. My cock rests, hard and heavy, at the juncture of her thighs. It would be so easy to slide inside her. Easier still when she parts her legs, wrapping the left one around my waist. Her heel digs into my ass, pulling me closer.
It would be so easy to be inside her right now.
But I want this to last.
I also want this to last longer than tonight, but I quickly shove that thought away. It brings with it way too many questions, too many caveats, too many doors that I fear are closed and locked. If tonight is all I have, then I’m going to make tonight last until the sun comes up. I’m going to take as much of her as she’ll give me.
I’m so fucking greedy for her.
I drag my fingers out of her curls and coast them down her body, pausing to pluck at her pert pink nipple. As my hand continues its journey south, I replace my fingers with my tongue, pulling her nipple into my mouth, toying with it between my teeth, urged on by the gasps and pleas that spill from her lips. Her skin is warm, but she shivers beneath my touch.
And when my fingers reach her sex, when they part her folds to discover how slick she is, her entire body jerks beneath me.
I groan, bringing my lips back up to hers so she can taste the rumble.
“Please,” she begs into my mouth as my fingers ghost over her clit, exploring the soft, wet skin. Her eyes are closed, her head tipped back. I press kisses into the column of her neck as she writhes beneath me. She’s trying so hard to get the pressure of my fingers right where she wants it, but she’s not in charge right now.
I am.
“Please what, Carson?” I murmur, enjoying teasing her far too much. “Please make you come?”
“Oh my god,” is her answer, but that’s not good enough. I stop moving my fingers.
“Use your words, sweet girl,” I urge her. “I know you know how.”
She tilts her chin down, her lashes brushing her cheeks as she blinks at me with hooded, wanton eyes.
“Make me come, Dan,” she says. Her lips are a deep red, flushed with need. I want to bite them. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”
Oh, I want to. I want nothing more than to hear her beg me to please her, to hear my name trip off her lips as she writhes beneath me.
But I want to see her fall apart even more.
I let the pads of my fingers slip across her swollen clit, playing in her slick heat. Her back arches off the seat, her breasts rising toward my lips. I’m all too happy to accept her offering.
“Oh my god, it’s too much,” she moans, but my sweet girl has no idea how much she can take.
Thank god I’m here to teach her.
I let my fingers explore lower, slipping one inside her as I use my thumb to circle her clit. She lets out a moan that trips into a whine as she grinds against on my hand.
“You want more?” I ask, and she nods. “Words, Carson.”
“More,” she cries, her fingers pressing into my back, her nails biting into my skin.
I slip a second finger inside her, beckoning her closer with a curve of my fingers, and press into a spot inside her that makes her cry out. My thumb keeps up a steady rhythm against her clit as she rides my hand. My cock is weeping with need, but my focus is on coaxing her orgasm out of her.
Although the wordcoaxindicates a gentle effort.
It’s obvious that my sweet girl doesn’t like gentle.
She bucks against my hand, chasing her pleasure, and I’m all too happy to give it to her. Her orgasm feels so close, but then she abruptly sits up, hooks her hands underneath my arms, and yanks.
“What is it?” I ask, even though I know full well what she wants. But once again, I want to hear her say it. I like when sheasserts herself. It’s my favorite version of Carson. “What do you want, sweet girl?”
“Get up here and get inside me,” she demands, and I swear if we were standing, she’d stomp her foot in the dirt. “I want to feel you. I want to know what that metal can do.”
