Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“You’re an aggressive driver,” I said, squeezing my legs together. I knew he was going to make me do something naughty, but I couldn’t touch myself without his permission. That was the deal we’d made.
“You drive on the West Coast,” he reminded me. “I’m more afraid of you than you could possibly be of me.”
“So, did you have a plan for this car ride, my dragon?” My heart thumped hard as a realization hit me. I’d thought things would cool off, sexually, when we returned to the real world. We weren’t even away from the airport yet, and we were back at it.
“You’re going to play with yourself,” he said, clicking on his turn indicator. “You’re not going to finish.”
“Ever?” I teased.
“You will. Oh, I promise, you will.” I caught a flash of his smile, though his eyes remained fixed on the road. “But you’re not going to do it until you’re under me in my bed. Get to work, princess.”
I parted my legs and moved my hand over my excited flesh, a little thrill going through me as we passed a charter bus. The passengers didn’t see me; at least, I thought they must not have seen me. If I looked through the massive sunroof of the car next to my bus and saw a woman masturbating, I would pay attention. But nobody was.
“How far away is your bed?” The swirl of my fingertips and the naughty thrill of near-public indecency upped the urgency considerably.
“Let’s see.” There was a bloop, and the screen on the dashboard console lit up. After a brief voice command conversation, the navigation system delivered the bad news.
“Your destination is in seventeen point three miles,” the audiobook-quality computer voice returned. “Estimated arrival time, one hour, one minute, based on current traffic conditions.”
“An hour!” I laughed in dismay.
“Do you think I want to spend an hour knowing that you’re back there, wet and spread and ready for me, while I can’t do anything about it?”
“What, this isn’t a fancy self-driving car you can jack off in?” That honestly wouldn’t shock me. The car was the fanciest thing I’d ever seen.
“Sadly, no. So imagine how hard and fast you’re going to get it. Especially if traffic is going to be terrible,” he quipped.
I dipped my fingers lower and pressed them against my opening. The fluid sound of my eager cunt was lewd in the silence. “Can you hear that?”
His sharp inhale seemed to catch him off guard for a blink. “I can.”
I plunged my fingers in and the soft, sucking sound as I withdrew them made me shiver. “It’s so quiet in here.”
“That’s because it’s electric.” He patted the steering wheel lovingly. “I’ll remind you to make fun of me for that later.”
“Please do. Because if it’s a Tesla—”
He groaned. “No. Fuck, no. And let’s not talk about fascists while I’m driving. But if it’s too quiet in here, feel free to make as much noise as you’d like. Moans. Desperate pleas for mercy. Whatever comes to mind.”
A lot came to mind. My imagination whirled with thoughts of how good he would feel pounding into me, how long it had been since we’d fucked. Hours, and I was already starving for him.
I swallowed thickly. “When you’re fucking me, will you put your hand around my neck and hold me down on the pillows?”
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.
My cunt grasped helplessly as I withdrew my fingers again, slicking my wetness up and over my clit. “Will you tie my hands up and take me as much as you want?”
“Are you placing an order?”
“I’m considering possibilities.” I picked one foot up and placed it on the edge of the seat, spreading myself even wider. “Will you choke me with your cock if I’m a very good girl?”
“Princess…” he groaned. “I might have to pull over and spank you right here if you don’t stop distracting me.”
“I’m sorry, my dragon,” I mewled coyly.
But if I was going to have a sexually frustrating ride to his place, so was he.
* * * *
An hour and thirty minutes.
I had been edging for an hour and thirty minutes by the time we arrived at Matt’s building. Thirty-seven denied orgasms.
By the time he pulled the car into his parking space, I was promising every filthy thing in the book.
“Let me come and you can fuck me in the ass over the hood of the car,” I whined, as if that was some kind of trade-off and I didn’t want him to do it, anyway. In fact, just thinking about it, the chance of being caught on camera or by another building resident with a cock up my ass, coming and screaming and thrashing in public for anyone to see made me jerk my hand away from my swollen, achy clit before I could accidentally reach my orgasm.