Page 40 of SNOB

Hopping out of the driver’s seat, I’m quick towards her as she climbs out. Cars speed by us as I reach for her shoulders.

“Just where the fuck do you think you’re going?” She falls against my chest, her collapse startling me. She shakes, her body shivering as my body stills. Her chest against mine, her heartbeat feels like she’s on a pile of the good stuff. “Get it the fuck together.”

“I can’t be in that car.” She looks up with blurry eyes. “Not with you. Not after?—”

“You drive.”

Her head jerks back. “Wh-what?”

“You drive. Are you deaf or just stupid?” She frowns. I smirk, tilting my head to my ride. “Get in the car, Everett.”

“Mac, I?—”

“You go this. Now get in the fucking car, Emmy or I’ll tell everyone the girl who shot me let me play with her wet pussy in her shitty trailer park right after we left a kid to drown in?—”

“Fine!” She storms to the driver’s seat and… hell, she’s actually gonna do it.

Another cigarette helps me settle into the passenger seat of my own ride. I don’t let anybody handle my babies, but I need her back at school. So I sure as hell hope she knows how to drive.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, she adjusts the wheel and mirrors before gliding the seat forward. But that’s not enough to calm me. Reaching into the leather duffel by the art supplies at my feet, I find something that brings more peace.

Click!

“Mac!”

Click!

“Since you’re the first person other than me driving this thing, I’ll need some collateral,” I respond, tugging on the chain to ensure it’s secure.

“Enlighten me,” she says. “How is cuffing me to your car supposed to calm me?”

“It’s not,” I say, reaching into the duffel again. “But this is.”

Lifting her shirt exposes a black sports bra over her full breasts. “Mac?” It’s easy to ignore her as her tits bounce out of her bra when I pull up the fabric. They look as soft as they feel. “What the hell are you—” A gasp cuts off her words when a clamp pinches her already hardened nipple.

Glancing at her, I don’t miss when she bites her lip as I clamp the other. It’s the same way she responded to how I pinched and pulled them last night. “This’ll keep you in check.”

“You really are a maniac,” she says, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks.

“Drive,” I demand, tugging on the chain connecting the clamps.

She squirms in her seat as she drives back onto the road, her shirt lifted above her clamped tits. Watching those perky nipples harden every time I tug does something to me too, the big guy hardening between my legs. Whenever she tenses up, one little pull turns her to putty. And every gasp makes me harden more.

Her eyes glance at my crotch as I pull tighter on the clamps. “Want to pull over and deal with this?”

Her hands grip tight to the wheel, her nail beds white. “Mac, you’re a psycho.”

“Say my name again, baby,” A groan leaves my lips and rubbing my crotch only makes the heat within me worse.

“Maniac.”

“Angelo seems to think you’re as psychotic as I am.” My hand drops between her legs, her choice of outfit making it easy to cup her crotch. Her damp panties press against my palm, a smirk coming to my face. “Guess it takes one to know one.”

“Mac, you’re?—”

“Calming you in the best way I know how, Butterfly.” Her grip on the wheel loosens as I rub my finger against her slit. “I know what you like, don’t I?” A small moan leaves her as I tug on the clamps again, my cock thickening under my slacks. “Whatever Angelo did, you know I can do it better.” Her head whips to me and I tug on the clamps again. “Eyes on the road, Everett.”

“Are you jealous of Angelo?” she asks before two of my fingers plunge into her. She’s wetter than I imagined, my fingers covered in her juices. Angelo’s right and I know it. She’s insane.

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