Brows raised, I break into a slow smile. “Don’t you?”
When she doesn’t answer, I pull out from the grip of her cunt and tease her entrance while pressing my palm lightly to her clit.
“Tell you what. I’m gonna leave my hand right here, and you can decide what you want to do with it. You don’t move, and I’ll back off. Or you can take what you want and use my hand as your personal fuck toy until you make a mess in your panties. How’s that sound?”
For a moment, she’s still, the rapid rise and fall of her chest the only movement on this entire stretch of road, her eyes trained on mine as she considers my offer.
More time passes, her pulse battering against my thumb. But Gracie doesn’t move.
And it’s a damn shame.
As I start to pull away, though, she rocks her hips, grinding on my hand.
I chuckle. “Good girl. Just like that.”
She’s slow and steady as she adjusts to the angle of my palm, testing what feels good. Hesitant, almost. Like she’s not givingherself permission to let go of whatever’s in her head telling her to ease off the gas.
Dipping closer, I increase the pressure I’ve got on her throat. “Take what you want from me, Grace. I saidfuckmy hand, not make love to it.”
Maybe it’s the tone of my voice or the threat at her throat, but she follows orders beautifully. As she picks up the pace, quiet moans escape her lips, heavy, breathy, her exhales matching the steady rhythm she’s keeping.
I loosen my grip and let her take a full breath. Then I press down again, clutching the sides of her neck, restricting her blood flow.
Her brows pull together, and her face contorts in pleasure as her hips gyrate to an ungodly beat.
It’s exhilarating. How quickly she’s unravelling, the desperation of her movements.
“That’s right, Gracie. Rub your greedy little cunt all over my hand. Show me how bad you want it, how much you fucking need it.”
I flex my wrist, my fingers sinking deeper, and she rides my hand faster. Like she’s about to topple off that ledge, and it’smyhand that’s gonna let her.
“Harder,” she says, voice thin.
I clutch her throat as hard as I think reasonable without the threat of actually hurting her.
What follows is a string of moans and whimpers and deep, breathy exhales. Her eyes close and her mouth opens in a silent scream as her pussy clenches hard around my fingers and she comes all over my hand.
As her spasming slows, I release her throat, and she goes limp. She rests her forehead on my chest, her breaths starting to even out. The way she gave in to her release was a hell of a sight. And fuck me if I don’t want to see it over and over again. If Idon’t want to feel the grip of her pussy and listen to those sweet sounds fall from that pretty mouth.
While she recovers, I tug my hand from between her legs, and when I get a look at the slick, wet mess she left on my skin, I can’t help but smile. Carefully, I tug her from the crook of my arms and rest her against my cruiser.
“Jesus,” she murmurs, voice raw. “That was…” She clears her throat.
I grin. “That was what?”
“Don’t look so proud of yourself, Decker,” she says with an eye roll. “I’m the one who did all the work.”
I chuckle. “I’ll be here anytime you wanna do a little work, Gracie. I’m happy to sit back and watch.” Eyes locked on hers, I bring my fingers to my mouth. Blood rushes to my dick as her scent hits my nose, as her taste touches my tongue.
I suck her arousal from my skin with an obscene smack of my lips, and her mouth drops open.
All her threats, her attempt at blackmail, could for real ruin my fucking life. But this,her, it tastes like I might not give a fuck, like I might let her.
Grace’s pussy just became my new favourite meal.
“Fuck, you taste good. Better than good.” I suck another finger into my mouth, licking it clean.
With one brow cocked, she eyes my zipper and the throbbing erection pushing against it. “Need something from me, Linc?”
