Page 78 of You Were Never Not Mine

I nod, pressing my lips together, trying to calm the quaking that’s slowly taking over my body. I’ve kept up on the waxing in the hopes that a moment like this might happen again and here we are.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, rising up so he’s sitting beside me again, his fingers sliding in between my thighs. “Pink and smooth and so fucking wet.”

I can’t speak. Too overwhelmed with how close he is. He dips his head, his soft lips finding mine, his rough fingers thrusting inside of me at the same time and I cry out, his hungry mouth swallowing the sound. It’s such a juxtaposition, his tender mouth and delicate tongue and those long, rough fingers pushing inside my welcoming body.

His mouth leaves mine, lips drifting downward to kiss my jaw. My neck. His fingers still busily stroking my pussy, the wet sounds of my flesh filling the confines of the car. He’s fully dressed, my lower half completely exposed and it feels dirty, what we’re doing in the back of the car. The partition is up, the driver unaware of what we’re doing, but I bet he has an idea. I should be mortified. I should push August away but I can’t. More than anything…

I don’t want to.

“Is this proper first date etiquette, Sin?” He drifts his mouth along the length of my neck, fingers pinching at my clit and making me squeal.

“N-no.” I shake my head. “Probably not.”

“Want me to stop?” His gaze lifts, those intense blue eyes meeting mine just as his fingers go completely still, cupping my pussy like he owns it.

I shake my head over and over, my entire body trembling with anticipation. “NO!”

He smiles at my shout, leaning in to kiss me once more as his fingers work their magic on my sensitive flesh. Without thought I reach for him, my hand landing on the bulge beneath his pants, stroking once. Fumbling, really. It’s awkward in the back seat of the car but he makes it seem like it’s easy, his skilled fingers circling over my clit again and again. Tighter and tighter. I suck in a breath, my fingers finding the button of his pants and undoing it so I can shove my hand beneath the fabric and cup his incredibly hard dick.

He ends the kiss, his eyes opening and he pauses, watching me carefully. I don’t remove my hand from his cock. I even try and slip my fingers beneath his boxer briefs so I can touch his bare flesh and he laughs, the bastard. “Greedy little whore.”

There’s a fresh flood of wetness between my legs when he says it and I suppose I should feel ashamed at how I respond to the insult, but I don’t. I like it when he calls me that. When he seems so pleased with my responses and the naughty things I might do. It’s empowering, his approval. Makes me want to earn more of it. To always please him and give him what he wants.

Give myself to him completely.

He removes his fingers from my slick flesh. He stops touching me completely and I open my eyes, fighting the disappointment washing over me. “What are you doing?”

His back is to me as he reaches for the bag he tossed, opening it to peer inside. Within seconds, he’s got my lipstick and he holds it out to me. “Last time I saw one of these, you were throwing it at me.”

I recall the moment with fondness. “You were such a jerk.”

“I told you that lipstick belonged to our housemother.” He twirls the tube of lipstick in between his fingers.

“I find that very hard to believe,” I sigh, gasping when he presses the lipstick against my swollen clit. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm, toying with you.” His gaze is fixated on my spread legs as he circles my clit with the lipstick. The tube is shaped almost like a bullet, with a narrow lid and he runs it along my slick flesh, pausing at my entrance before he slowly pushes it inside. “Fucking you with the lipstick.”

Oh God. The words. His voice. The lipstick inside my body. It’s not big enough to give me the friction I crave, but it’s still incredibly hot, what he’s doing. He pushes it in and pulls it out, his rhythm slow. As if he has all the time in the world to play with me. I’m whimpering, lifting my hips, wanting more but he’s not focused on me. Well, more like he’s only focused on what he’s doing to my pussy.

Eventually he pulls the tube all the way out, pressing it against my clit once again, circling. Teasing. Playing with me, as he just said.

“You are always so fucking responsive.” His heavy gaze lifts to mine and I go breathless at all the heat I see swirling in the blue depths. “I call you a greedy whore, you’re gushing all over me. I fuck you with a lipstick, and you’re moaning like you’re about to come.”

“I am—about to come,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

He tosses the lipstick away and reaches for me, placing both of his hands on my hips. He pulls me forward until I’m on his lap, my sopping wet pussy nudged against his stiff cock. “Rub against me, baby. Get off on me.”

“Wh-what?” My head is spinning, the scent of my pussy filling the confines of the car. Did he really just ask me to rub against him until I come?

His hands are on my ass, tilting my body forward, his mouth brushing against mine as he speaks. “Use me. Get me wet, Sin. Let me feel your cunt spasm when you come all over me.”

I could come just from his words, they’re so hot. I toss myhead back, gripping his shoulders as I begin to do exactly what he told me to do. Grinding against his rigid erection, riding him like a cowgirl and lifting my hips up and down. Mashing my pussy against his thick cock. The fabric of his boxer briefs adds a little friction and oh God, it feels sogood. So freaking liberating. I almost scream when he grips my left breast in his hand, his fingers working my nipple while I press against the base of his erection. Within seconds, I’ve lost all control. I grip his shoulders extra tight, a high, keening cry leaving me as the orgasm hovers just on the edge, threatening to sweep over me completely.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs and those words, his lips brushing against mine, his fingers pinching my nipple until it hurts—the combination of it all sends me straight into orgasmic bliss.

I’m coming, crying out his name, my stomach heaving, my entire body a shuddering mess. My clit throbs so hard I worry I’m going to pass out and when it’s finally over, I collapse against him. My head is spinning and my heart threatens to burst out of my chest, it’s beating so hard.

I think I might’ve died.

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