Page 37 of Good Girl

“Good girl.”

That’s all the warning I get before he starts the vibrator, both internally and externally.

I gasp, thighs clenching, but the grips he and Darcy have on the backs of my knees force me to stay spread open for them. The internal vibe is so strong that it’s almost overpowering the sensation from the vibe on my clit.

Maybe if I don’t fall into the vibrations so willingly, I can hold off the orgasm and the torture he was talking about?

Taking deep, measured breaths, I close my eyes and try to make the pleasure racing through my veins turn into a background noise. At first, it kind of works. I just float along, letting the toy do its thing and enjoy all the warm and tingling sensations.

“What game is on tonight?” Viper asks no one in particular.

“Cubs, Marlins,” Derek replies, the sound of the blinker punctuating his words.

“Cubs need the win,” Darcy states, his free hand finding mine and lacing his fingers between them and the death grip I have on the seat’s edge.

Are these assholes having a conversation about grown-ass men hitting a ball around a dirt diamond while my pussy is spread open to the windshield and stuffed full of vibrating purple silicone?

The car comes to a complete stop.

“Kitten.”

I snap my eyes open, just as the clit vibrator ramps up. I moan, mouth open, body curling in, heat going from a simmer to a full-on inferno just as Xavier angles his phone and snaps a picture of me.

My brain says I should demand that he delete that picture, but just the idea that he might use it for future jerk-off material has my fight to hold this orgasm back on the ropes.

“Come on, Emmy. Let my pussy come. I want to watch as it spasms around my toy and your cum drips out from the sides.” Viper’s dirty words are only for me to hear, and damn it, they work.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, fingers digging into the bench seat. “Please, Daddy, I . . . I . . .”

Both arms of the vibrator ramp up to what I assume is maximum speed, and my orgasm is ripped out of me. I moan out a scream, my body curling tight at the sudden pleasure that explodes throughout my body.

My entire being is nothing but the nerve endings that are touching the sex toy. Heat is exploding out from my core. My thighs tremble, and my stomach is drawn so tight, I can barely breathe. “Daddy, daddy, daddy . . .”

I keep repeating the endearment over and over, the orgasm going on forever. Even the toy is beginning to feel warm inside of me. Every breath rubs my peaked nipples against the inside of my bra, which causes flashes of pleasure to streak down to my core.

Except now, the pleasure is starting to burn.

“Oh, shit.” I try to clamp my legs down while also reaching between my legs to make the vibes stop, but Darcy keeps my hand pinned and Hudson captures my free one.

“Uh, uh, uh. No touching. This is my pussy and I’m playing with it.” Viper caresses the back of my knee, but I can barely feel the light touch.

My skin feels hot everywhere. Streaks of pleasure are shooting off in every direction and I have the very real feeling that I might pee myself.

“No, Daddy, please. I can’t. It’s too much. Please, please.” I shake my head from side to side, unable to stay pliant, even if I wanted to. I fight against their holds, trying to straighten my legs or move my hands from the leather beneath my ass. “I can’t, it’s burning. No, please.”

“None of those are your safe word, kitten.”

Sweat is beading below my bra and on the back of my neck as I continue to struggle and wonder why the fuck I’m not saying “red.” My mouth won’t even form the shape of the word.

Darcy grips my hand tightly and raises it with his own to the hand that is holding the back of my thigh. He releases my leg, but before I realize what’s happening, he recaptures it. His arm is now looped around my leg, and we are once again holding hands.

My clit is burning. My pelvis is twitching uncontrollably, like it isn’t sure if it wants to push away or get closer to the fucking vibrator. All of which is impossible, because it is fucking inside of me. Can’t get any goddamn closer than that.

Then Darcy flips the rules on me and drives two fingers into my pussy.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp as his fingers meet zero resistance.

“You should feel how wet she is,” Darcy says in a tone that he would use when he comments on the weather. “Her pussy is clutching at my fingers.”

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