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“Mmmm, no, I think I’m okay,” he says. “You’re more than welcome to go sit if you’d like?”
Fuck. Him.
CHAPTER 7
Ezra
She’s getting a littlesquirmy. I cut her dress short enough earlier that she was already self-conscious about flashing someone. Now she really has to be careful, because without panties, everyone would get a full view.
My girl is maybe a bit of an exhibitionist. She keeps crossing her legs together and squeezing, whether that’s to relieve some tension or because she is uncomfortable. I’m not sure, but I’ll find out later. I am going to explore all types of kinks with her to see just what makes her see stars. We ended up staying for morethan a couple of songs just to see what she would do. My cock may burst if I keep having to wait, but you know what they say, all good things come to those who wait.
She shuffles up at me and gives me those big doe eyes when she asks, “Can we pleaseeee go home now?”
“You want to go home that bad, River?”
She quickly activates bobblehead mode and nods up and down.
“Okay, let’s go then.”
I don’t bother to say goodbye to the party guests, most of them aren’t here for me anyway. They’re friends of my father, and they attended to rub elbows with him. Anything for a leg up in this world. Unfortunately for them, my father doesn’t have much longer in power.
“Our house is about thirty minutes away, River, might as well get comfy,” I say to her as we get into the car.
She looks at me inquisitively.
I don’t say anything and turn my direction back to the road. She’ll understand soon.
There are about ten minutes left of the drive when I decide to see how well my new wife listens to me. We’re traveling down a more secluded part of the highway, so there is nothing but forest on each side.
“Put your feet up on the dash for me.”
Her head whips to the side. “What?”
“I said put your feet up on the dash for me, don’t make me tell you again.”
I give her a second to contemplate what I’m telling her to do. I can see the turmoil behind her eyes. Slowly though, she puts her feet up on the dash.
“Mmmm, good girl.”
I can see her clench her legs together at my comment.
“So we like praise, do we?” A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Now, spread your legs.”
I don’t give her too long to contemplate it before I make another comment.
“I can smell your arousal. I don’t even need to reach between those pretty little legs to know that you’re already dripping with anticipation. Just let me make you feel.”
I’m not making any promises about what she will feel, just that she will feelsomething.
She looks at me with a fire I haven’t seen before and without any fuss, spreads her legs.
Briar
At this point, I’m not second-guessing shit. This man wants me to spread my legs? Done. Why not get a few orgasms from this guy before he kills me for trying to kill him? Hopefully, he doesn’t know that I tried to murder him, but that’s not my first thought right now. I’m so fucking horny after losing my panties, getting away from this man isn’t my top priority. I can try to figure out my next move after this orgasm.
My legs are spread, and he’s still staring straight ahead. I can see the fire burning in his eyes, and the hands gripping the steering wheel are turning white from how tight he’s gripping it.
“You need to pick a safe word before I touch that wet pussy.”
