Page 5 of Feint

Her moans filled my ears in response. I kept teasing her, sliding my wet finger around her clit. Making her whole body tremble from my touch. I kissed her neck and then went back to her lips as her moan turned into a frustrated groan and she ground against my hand.

“Goddamn, mama, you want my finger in your pussy?”

She nodded against me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her. “Y-yes, please, Kordell… please!”

She panted against my lips as I slipped my fingertip slowly in and out of her. Then, without warning, I shoved my finger all the way inside her. Her back arched, and she moaned loudly. I shoved a second finger inside, and then I began to thrust them gently in and out. Seeing the way her body reacted had my cock throbbing in my pants. But I could control myself. This was more to torture her than me. I only did foreplay because it kept the girls attached to me. But I really couldn’t give a fuck if I did it or if my girl even got off when we fucked. I was in it for me, and right now, I knew doing this would have Rosalie hooked on my cock every day for the rest of this fucking week. And I knew that would be well worth the effort today.

I flicked my fingers faster inside her. I hit her G-spot over and over. Her legs tried to clamp together, but my knee kept them wedged apart enough for my hand to remain unobstructed in my goal. Fuck, look at her, such a mess. She was going to have to deep-clean this seat when I was done with her. Wondered if I could get her to squirt. Only one way to find out.

I started to quickly slam my fingers inside her. I shoved in a third finger. I felt her pussy clench as she rode my hand. Her body heated up, and her head dipped back in pleasure.

Almost there. That’s it. Just let go. Be my good toy and come for me. Come for me so that I can go and take care of business.

“Ahh! K-Kordell! I’m so… close!” she moaned, and her nails dug into my jacket.

Her body broke out into a light sweat as she got closer to her orgasm. She was so hot, falling apart on my fingers.

“Good girl, mama. Come. Like I said, you’ll make it up to me later, so come.” I fucked her with my fingers faster.

She whimpered, and finally, she cried out as her body tensed, and her pussy pulsed around my fingers. I pulled them out as she twitched below me and whined weakly. I knew I’d cut her orgasm off early. It was what kept her needy for more.

I put them to her parted lips. “Clean my fingers, mama. I’ve got to work after this, so I can’t have my handshakes smelling like your pussy, can I?”

She blushed and licked my fingertips. Then, I shoved them into her mouth, and she sucked her cum clean off my fingers. The things her fucking tongue could do, man. Jesus. Like a literal porn star. Not that I’d ever fucked a porn star, but, shit, I imagined Rosalie’s mouth skills rivaled them. And I would no doubt enjoy those same lips wrapped around my cock when she got home tonight too.

When she was done, I pulled my fingers from her lips and kissed her quickly. Then, I leaned out of her car, taking in the view of her. Flipped, disheveled hair, her legs spread and trembling, her own cum dripping down her thighs and onto the seat she was on.

I smirked. “Damn, girl. You would think I was gone for longer than a day with the way you just fucked my fingers.”

Rosalie laughed and glanced at me. “Sorry… It felt so good! And I was surprised. I didn’t know you were home!”

Guess I had forgotten to text her. Oh well.

I shrugged. “Sorry, mama. But let me make it up to you, I heard there is gonna be a drag bike competition coming to LA on Saturday. Let me take you and show you a good time, all right?”

Her eyes lit up. “WAIT A MINUTE. What do you mean bydragbike?”

I straightened my jacket. So, she hadn’t seen one before. Good. “You know how cars drag race? Well, this is for bikes. There are special drag bikes with big tires, and they race down a drag strip. I thought you’d like it since you do street racing in your cars.”

“Umm… YES, PLEASE! I’m so excited now! Ahh! Okay, so I need to work a little later tonight and tomorrow to get my work done so I can have Saturday completely free.” She startedto stand up and then realized her pussy was still dripping on her seat, and she clamped her legs shut and blushed. Then, she started digging through the glove box for tissues.

“Better clean up, mama, before going back in. Catch you later.”

I laughed as I walked over to my bike, and then I pulled on my helmet and gloves. I winked at her again as I saw her pulling up her shorts, and she bit her lower lip, giggling. She waved bye as I pulled away from the shop.

CHAPTER 3

ROSALIE

The next twodays flew by. Maybe it was the excitement for the lowrider almost being done—just a couple of hours on Sunday, and she would be completely finished! Or maybe it was that Kordell had been teasing the crap out of me for the last forty-eight hours. He hadn’t fully fucked me yet, but he had gotten me off three times and had me blow him the last two nights while he sat on the couch. My throat was actually a little sore because he had been particularly aggressive the night before. But thinking about his moans as he came down my throat had me blushing in front of the bathroom mirror as I finished getting ready to go watch the drag bikes today.

The competition started in a couple of hours, so we needed to leave soon. I made one final check in the mirror and touched up my lip gloss. Finally happy with my minimal-makeup look and my semi-wavy hairstyle today, I walked out of the bathroom and down into the living room. Kordell took one look at me and whistled before his face turned into a smirk. He walked over, pulled me in, and kissed my cheek.

“Damn, mama, you look so sexy. Are you ready to go?” he asked as his hands trailed from the small of my back to my ass,where he squeezed a few times, almost kneading it, before letting go.

I nodded back. “Yep! All ready!” I did a little turn on my heels and winked at him.

We walked outside together and over to his bike. He got on first and pulled his helmet on before handing me mine. I secured it snugly around my head, pulling the strap tight, then zipped up my jacket and pulled on some thin gloves. He steadied his bike as he held out his hand for me.

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