He continued pumping his fingers in and out of my mouth. "Suck," he ordered.
I listened to him, sucking down on his fingers as I would his cock. Drool started pooling in the corners of my mouth and dripping down his wrist. My tongue rounded the tips of his fingers when he pulled back a bit, and his breath skipped a bit every time I did.
"God, I love what a needy whore you are," he said as he pulled away again, leaving me shaking and breathless.
I tried to speak, but I was muffled with his fingers in my mouth.
He pulled them from me and gave me a smack on my ass, hard enough to sting.
"Color?" he asked.
It took me a moment to remember the system. "Green."
He smacked me again. "Good. Now, don't talk with your mouth full, it's rude."
"Please," I pleaded. "Please let me come, master."
"Your begging is so cute, it almost makes me want to give you what you want."
For a moment, I had some hope. He pressed against me and started using me faster than before. After being wound up so many times, it was easier for me to feel the build of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned.
I was right there, right on the cusp before he pulled away again.
"No." I tried to get closer to him, or tried to grind down on his legs to finish myself off, but he held me steady.
"I said almost," he said with a sick grin.
I let my head fall against his shoulder. I was so frustrated and turned on at the same time—I didn't know what to do with myself.
He kissed the side of my temple. "Take me out, tesoro."
It took a second for his words to register, but once they did, my hands moved without thought, unbuckling his belt and releasing the button of his pants.
His hard cock fell forwards, resting on my thigh. Damn, I'd forgotten how big he was. His shaft was long and wide, the tip an angry red. And his knot… I wasn't quite sure how that would fit inside anyone, given how big it was.
"Touch me," he said. "Maybe if you make me come, I'll consider giving you what you want."
My hand caressed over his length. I kept my touch light at first, getting comfortable with something so large. Cameo let me take my time, never rushing or pushing me. Letting me explore at my leisure. I ran my thumb over his leaking tip, smoothing the precum downwards over the rest of him.
"Just like that," he praised.
I repeated the motion with more confidence, tightening my grip on him. Though his face didn't show it, his entire body had gone tense, making his enjoyment clear.
Slowly but surely, he caressed his hand up my thigh, reaching the apex of my thighs again. This time, they dipped lower, sinking two inside of me at once.
He curled them on each forward press, touching in all the perfect places. My opposite hand slammed the window, just to find some stability, and I realized it was fully condensed. Looking around, all the windows were our hot bodies concealing us from the outside world.
We continued working each other. His cock twitched in my hand, signaling how close he was.
"Don't stop," I whimpered, a whine so close to the surface I was almost choking on it. "I'm gonna come."
He didn't even answer me—he just kept going. Our heavy breaths filled the car.
The coil that had been slowly tightening in my stomach finally snapped, and I found my release.
It didn't take much more for Cameo to find his release as well. Cum splattered up over my hand, against his chest, and on our laps.
