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YOU’RE ADORABLE
CHELSEA
Iam not sure why, but his words made me feel at ease. Something in his manner soothed me. Even though in the back of my mind, I knew his smooth confidence and obvious wealth screamed ‘heartbreaker.’
Shifting in my seat, I bit my lip when the pads of his fingers made patterns on my inner thigh. I let out a small gasp when he slid them up and found me wet. His hand tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles pale.
“Will you be a good girl for Daddy?” he asked, his voice purposefully seductive and low—so low that it made me pulse. I found him glancing at me and nodded slowly. “Will you let me take care of you, Princess?” His fingers brushed over my sensitive center, making me clench and clutch his hand.
“P-please,” I said, almost breathless, when he kept teasing me. I could smell my feminine arousal in the air. I was aching for his touch and yet he appeared lax, smoothly driving the car without a care in the world.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he said.
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
Sean flickered his eyes at me, dark orbs pinning me on the seat as his arm flexed underneath my hold, his fingers rubbing my swollen clit with extreme patience. I sucked in a sharp breath, my stomach tensing at the short bursts of pleasure. My nails scrunched on his expensive suit when he touched me.
“O-oh,mm, fuck.” I cupped my mouth to stop my moan when the pad of his fingers pressed against my clit in such a way that had me bucking against his hand, my thighs tensing.
“Tsk.” He pulled his hand to hold my wrist and pin it down, his eyes full of lust. “Don’t hide your moans from me.Ever.”
I nodded, dazed by the pulse on my clit, at my heart hammering against my ribs.Why is his manhandling hot? It shouldn’t be hot, right?
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied in a broken whisper, wanting his hand between my thighs again.
He must have heard my mind. A soft chuckle poured out of him. “You’re adorable, Princess.” He raised his fingers coated with my sex to my lips, the heady scent making me part my lips, my eyes pinned on his side profile.
“Suck, pretty girl,” he said, his eyes hooded. “Let me tease you until we get home.”
I hummed, taking his fingers in my mouth. My scent flooded my mouth, my toes curling in the heels when I sucked his knuckle. I held his arm, surprising him, and sucked each pad of his two fingers until I was wetter than before and he had a bulge in his pants.
“You’re a brat,hm?” he asked when I licked his finger, imagining it was his cock. I wasn’t going to give him an upper hand ineverything. “What do you want, my pretty Princess?”
“Your cock, Daddy,” I said cheekily, gently biting his middle finger.
Sean chuckled, his laugh throaty and deep, making me hornier—if it was even possible to find someone’s laugh sexy. “Greedy girls don’t get to suck on Daddy’s cock for free.” His eyes shone with mirth.
I licked my lips and raised the skirt of my dress and asked, “Do I have to pay you three million dollars for it?”
He didn’t reply when I slid my left hand between my thighs. I could see him get distracted as the car slowed down. I bit my lip and touched where I felt hot and wet, sighing and melting against the seat.
“Fucking brat.” I heard him mutter underneath his breath before increasing the speed. “Not three millions, pet.”
“Then what, Daddy?” I asked, taunting him, my breathing getting heavier when I played with myself. I usually relied on my cheap toy to get off and none of my exes had made me orgasm, but I knew how to tease myself. Keep rubbing the clit and hoping to get off. Sometimes I reached the peak and crumbled with pleasure, but most of the time, I didn’t.
My fingers weren’t similar to Sean’s. His were big and long. I wondered how they would feel inside me.
“I will show you.” His voice was dark and full of promise when the car turned off. “Are you going to keep teasing my little pussy in the car, hm?”
I blinked, realizing he had parked the car. I straightened up, fixing my dress, and gasped when he held my left wrist and leaned closer. My heart thudded against my ribs at the closeness between us.
“I don’t mind you playing withmypretty cunt. It’s perfect, after all,” he started, his voice velvety. “But next time you have to ask me, since I own her. Do you understand, Princess?”
I nodded shakily, his glittering eyes making me feel small and aroused. It didn’t feel like he was joking or playful.
Sean was serious.
