“What happened, Lexi?” he asks, using his elbows and knees to hold entirely still above me as I pant beneath him.
“Keep moving,” I plead, eyes screwed shut. I need him, not to think about what happened.
A sharp sting to the side of my breast, and my eyes pop open to find his trained on mine.
“Have you figured out how this works yet?” he asks, pistoning his hips forward to drive deep and staying lodged there.
“You answer the question, and you get rewarded. If you want to come before the sun comes up, I’d start talking,bella.” A wicked smile curves his mouth. “Or don’t. I don’t mind.”
Mind reeling, head spinning, I plead with the universe to just let him fuck me. Something raw and dirty that makes us both forget that there’s a life outside of this SUV.
One hand slips between us, and his fingers slip over my clit, pinching together in a way that makes me moan the loudest one yet.
“You really want to be punished, don’t you,bella?”
TWENTY-FIVE
WILDER
Pulling out from her tight grip on me, I don’t give her a choice, spinning her over onto her front and kneeling above her as best I can in the cramped space.
She moans, maybe in pleasure, maybe in complaint, but I need her to open up to me if I have any hope of making this last between us.
Shoving two fingers back inside of her, I feel her walls squeeze me, and I know I have her attention.
“Answer me,” I tell her. “You have three.”
My fingers curl in her, scraping along her back wall.
“Two,” I say, slipping the thumb in her back door, to her gasp.
“One.”
My hand claps down on her ass, harder than any other time, and the impact echoes off of the walls of the car.
Her pussy floods my hand, and I worry that I’m not going to get answers out of her when she likes being punished so much.
Maybe a new reward would be enough.
“Tell me,” I urge, massaging her with my fingers as I reach for what she can’t see with her current view, face against the mat of the laid-down seat.
Popping off another grape, I withdraw my fingers so I can spread her cheeks and lodge it in place there, just above her tight little hole, and my cock twitches when she gasps in response.
“It’s me,” she spits out.
“What is you?” I ask, getting back down on all fours.
Face pressed to her ass, I leave my tongue pressed to the grape as encouragement.
“I’m the owner,” she says on a sharp exhale.
Her reward is instantaneous. My tongue sweeps in, scooping the grape from between her cheeks, and I bring a hand back to her entrance to play with her clit for that one.
Popping the grape between my teeth, I get back on my knees, still rubbing hard circles on her clit, watching as her legs twitch, eyes shut, at my mercy like this.
“You’re the owner of the restaurant?” I echo, fingers not stopping.
She moans, her face rolling against the carpeted surface, but she keeps talking as soon as she gathers herself, so I don’t quit what I’m doing.
