“Do I really have to list the reasons why?”
A wicked look flashed in his eyes. “Are we t-talking about no fucking or no foreplay?
“While fucking is off the table, I won’t say no to foreplay.”
“I’m g-glad to hear it.”
As his thumb flicked over my pebbled nipple, Maksim’s other hand snaked up the hem of my dress to find my already soaked center. When one finger slid inside my thong, I involuntarily thrust my hips up.
“You are fucking drenched for me.”
“Yes,” I panted.
The rough pad of Maksim’s pointer and middle finger slid over my clit. Over and over, he swirled his fingers, speeding up the pace to where I was moaning and panting with pleasure.
“I bet I could make you come without even a finger in your dripping cunt.”
“Do it,” I challenged.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
His fingers furiously rubbed and pinched my clit. As I built to an orgasm, I threw my hand out and braced myself on the doorframe. Just as I threw my head back to scream, Maksim’s hand came over my mouth.
“As much as I want to hear you, your pleasure is for my ears only,” he growled.
Nodding my head, I thrust my hips up and screamed his name into his skin. Once my walls finished convulsing, I leaned my head against his shoulder. “That was so good,” I murmured.
“Could we revisit that whole fucking vs foreplay t-thing?”
“Hmm, how much do you want me?”
“So fucking bad.”
“Show me,” I commanded, nodding to the bulge in his pants.
The mood shifted in the car. “Are you ordering me t-to touch myself?”
“I sure am, Big Guy.”
Maksim’s hand came to my throat. “I’m the one who g-gives the orders.”
“Not if you want to come now.”
A growl rumbled through him as we stared each other down. Just when I thought he wouldn’t relent, he said, “Fine.”
Maksim’s fingers quickly worked the button and zipper on his dress pants. Raising his hips, he eased down his pants and boxers to his mid thighs, exposing his massive erection to me.
“Stroke it,” I ordered.
“I need a little help.”
With a shake of my head, I countered, “This is all you, remember?”
Cocking his brows, he said, “I need lube to make it good.”
When I caught his meaning, I leaned over his lap before spitting onto the head of his cock. As my saliva slid down his length, Maksim gripped his hardness before he began to slide his palm up and down.
“How does it feel?” I asked as I watched his movements.
