Page 25 of Plight
She didn’t answer. So while she was distracted, I pushed into her finger behind the splinter and popped it out enough for me to easily remove.
“Fffffaaaaaark you,” she hissed, and went to retract her hand.
Holding it even tighter than before, I heard her sharp inhalation as I raised it to my lips and sucked her finger into my mouth.
She shuddered.
Our eyes met, and she swallowed, her lips parting, my arm tightening around her hips, my tongue swirling against her skin.
She didn’t move at first, so I leisurely slid her finger out of my mouth and gently kissed the tip, keeping my lips pressed to her. “Tell me why I should stop again?”
“Because … because … ”
Danielle stared at my mouth and rocked ever so slightly on my lap, and fuck me if it didn’t make my dick hard.
I had to get up.
There and then.
My plan to outwit her into submission and give me the upper hand had worked, but if we stayed in the position we were in, my unplanned submission would soon push against her thigh and give my entire offense away.
Fuck! I didn’t want to lose my advantage, but I sure as hell didn’t want to stop her pussy rubbing against my lap as well.
Fuuuuuuuck!
Tightening my grip around her waist, I stood up swiftly, lifting her with me and placing her on her feet.
“Well?” I asked. “Tell me again why I should stop, and I will.”
“Um … well … Er … Because…”
“Just as I thought. You don’t know why, do you?”
