Page 11 of The Arrogant One
“You know … I might have lied.”
“How?”
I pulled onto the street, and once I got into second gear, my hand returned to her leg, crawling toward the heat. “I told you that everything I’ll do is to make you feel good, but asking you to show me your pussy was for me, not you.” My thumb was the first to reach her. I swiped it over her lips, the dampness spreading to me. It made me fucking moan. “And this—what I’m about to do to you—is going to be just as much for me as it will be for you.”
Her breathing was coming out in pants. “That doesn’t sound like a problem or a lie.”
I chuckled as I went higher, wedging in my thumb until I hit that sensitive spot at the very top. “You’re dripping.”
“You haven’t even felt all of me yet.”
“Now, that’s one sexy reply.” I kept my thumb there while I turned the wheel at the light. “Sadie, I’m going to need you to shift for me … unless you want me to stop what I’m doing?—”
“I don’t know how. I’ve never driven a standard before.”
“Put your hand on the gearshift.” I waited until she followed my instruction, and that was when my pointer finger began to dip into her pussy.
“Lockhart!”
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I dived in deeper, going past my knuckle, only halting because I’d reached the end of my finger and I couldn’t go any further. I left it in her for a few seconds while she pulsed around me, and I began to bounce it inside her, in and out, each thrust aimed toward her G-spot.
“Oh my God!” she screamed.
The smile was pulling so hard at my fucking lips. “When I give you the signal, I need you to push up on the gearshift.”
I stole a glance at her. She was clutching my wrist with her head tilted back and her eyes closed.
“Sadie …”
“This feels too good to focus on anything other than what you’re doing to me.”
My thumb was now rubbing her clit, the combination causing every one of her breaths to come out as a moan. Even the inhales. And each one echoed through my chest as though they were entering my mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then you have to shift. Put your hand there. Get ready.” As my foot pressed down on the gas pedal, my finger moved faster as well, my thumb matching its pace.
A move that wasn’t really fair—all it did was work her upand make the multitasking nearly impossible for her—but I couldn’t help it. I wanted her yelling even louder.
Which earned me a, “Fuck!”
And knowing I was the cause of that reaction was so hot.
“All right, Sadie, shift.”
She followed my instruction.
And because of that, I rewarded her, twisting my finger, pumping my hand in a way that added even more pressure than what she was already feeling. But that was only half of it. The other part was what I was doing to her clit. I wasn’t pushing hard enough to grind against it. I just gave her the kind of friction that one of those toys she had spoken about would do.
What I got was a scream. One that came out in waves. And a hissing of, “Don’t stop,” followed.
I wouldn’t.
Not until her pussy squeezed me from the inside. Not until she got so fucking wet that I knew she was having an orgasm.
