Page 125 of Unexpected

She groaned and gripped the back of her neck with her black-painted nails. “I’m wet. Trust me.”

Amused, I pushed her further. Her playful attitude had rubbed off on me, and I really wanted to fucking play. “Prove it.”

I glanced away from the highway just for a moment to see her giving me a tempting side-eye. “And how would you like for me to do that?”

“Touch yourself and show me the evidence.”

Her jaw dropped, and she stared at me like she was waiting for me to say I was kidding. When I motioned her on with my hand that had been perched on her thigh, she spluttered, “You’re serious?”

“I don’t joke about pleasuring my woman. Now, show me how wet you are.”

Hesitantly, she shifted on the seat—and only after eyeing me for a few more seconds—did she lean her head back and push her hips lower on the seat.

Her hand, with the shiny black nails, disappeared under her dress and I was jealous of her own fingertips. “Good girl,” I praised, and her hips bucked against her hand as she moaned at what was likely only a light touch against her wet heat.

Thankfully, we were stopped at a red light after I’d exited the freeway, so I was able to watch Hazel’s hand reappear. Her wetness coating the tips of her fingers glinted in the streetlights as she held her hand up between us.

Without another thought, I gripped her hand and sucked her arousal off her fingers. When her sweet creaminess hit my tongue, my mouth began watering and I sucked harder.

Her fingers popped out of my mouth, and I moved her hand back to her thighs as the light turned green. I caught a glimpse of her face before I looked back to the road. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw was slack. The needy look on her face broke my self-control.

I gripped her thigh again and pulled it toward me with a slightly rough tug. “Keep going. We’ll be there in a few minutes, but until I park this car, I want you to touch yourself. Touch yourself, but don’t come.”

There was no hesitation in her movements. Her thighs fell farther apart, hiking her dress up higher on her thighs, but not high enough where I could see the color of her panties or if they were soaking wet, too.

With another brush of her fingers, Hazel closed her eyes and stuttered a breath under her own touch.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” I demanded.

My grip on her thigh tightened and she moved with the force of my hand. Stopped at another light roughly two minutes from the restaurant, I pulled her dress higher. Her black lace thong was pushed to the side and her fingers were working overtime, slipping between her folds.

“Use one finger and rub your clit with your thumb.” Hazel moaned as she slipped her middle finger inside of herself, and I groaned, thinking about how tight I knew she was and where I knew she should hook her finger and press against to push herself closer to an orgasm.

I was so mesmerized by the movement of her hips against her fingers and the small gasps escaping her glossy lips that I didn’t realize the light had turned green until the person behind me honked.

Hazel’s eyes popped open, and her hand and hips stopped. “Keep going,” I demanded, not wanting her to have a second of a break.

She continued with my urging, pushing her hips back onto her finger and rubbing furiously with her thumb. I could smell her arousal throughout the car as she became more and more wet.

I was so turned on that when I absentmindedly brushed the heel of my palm against my erection, I groaned and thrust my hips toward it. Rather than pushing it down, I stimulated it even more. My own desire was coursing through me at such a pace that my left leg shook, and my hand trembled against the wheel.

“How close are you?”

“So close. I want to come.”

“Not yet,” I said as I sped the car up over the speed limit on the small side street near the restaurant. I couldn’t get to the damn restaurant quick enough. “What are you doing? What do you feel?”

“I—” She cleared her throat. “I am…” she moaned.

“Tell me, Angel. Use your words.”

“I’m fingering myself with two fingers and rubbing my clit against my hand. I can feel myself getting wetter, and if you keep talking like that, I’m going to come before you want me to.”

“Does my voice turn you on, beautiful girl? Do you like the dirty things I say and the way it makes your body feel?”

“Yes,” she sighed, and I could tell she was getting close as her cheeks flushed and her movements became urgent and erratic.

“Do not come. You are only allowed to come when my fingers are buried deep inside of you.”

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