Page 39 of Daddy Sees Snakes

"Fuck, yes."

"Good. Because I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good."

"Keep doing what you're doing."

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Just like that." She rubs me, squeezing and stroking.

I swerve, nearly hitting a curb.

"Maybe we should wait until we get there," she suggests, pulling her hand away.

"No. Put it back."

"Viper."

"Do as I say, Iris."

She slides her hand back on my leg, and I continue driving.

"I'm not going to touch you. Not yet."

"Please, Viper. I need to touch you."

"Didn't say you couldn't." I smirk, keeping my eyes on the road.

"But—"

"Keep stroking, baby. Make me feel nice." She hesitates for a moment, but then she's back on my cock, stroking and squeezing. "Good girl. That's it."

"Oh God."

"Feels good, doesn't it? Having your hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me like that."

Iris meets her eyes with mine once more. "Yeah."

"That's how it'll be when I'm inside you. Fucking you, filling you, stretching you. You'll beg for more. And I'll give it to you. Every inch."

"Fuck. Oh fuck."

"Don't stop, Iris. Keep going." I pull into the last crossroads before the house. Two minutes left. "Actually, take your hands off."

Iris begs me. "Viper, please."

"Off, Iris. Now."

She pulls her hands away.

"We're almost there. You're doing good. So fucking good. Almost done."

"Good," she says. "Because I need you."

I make the last turn, and the house comes into view.

"Take your panties off. Throw them out the window."

"What? Are you serious?"

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