Her mouth was soft and tasted like mint. I pressed my tongue along the seam of her lips, forcing her to open for me. Sharp nails dug into my chest as my free hand reached up and squeezed her breast, a breathy gasp filling the otherwise quiet van.
My cock hardened as she melted into my touch, throbbing in anticipation of sinking into her sweet pussy that I knew would be soaking. Slipping my hand down, I traced over the crease of her thigh. A wet spot met me, the thin material of her slacks not hiding how slick she was. Her moan as I nipped her lower lip was sinful and her body tensed the more I touched and teased. She kissed harder, her whimpering filling the van’s interior.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs trembling with each circle of my fingers over her clit, but before she could get close to her release, I pulled away. “What the hell!” she shouted, glaring at me but unable to move as I still had her jaw in my grasp.
“Next time you want to torment me, I suggest you remember exactly how I can torment you in return before you do,” I countered with a smug smile, enjoying seeing the two pink patches on her cheeks turn red. “Now, let’s get back to the flat. Wolf is waiting.”
“You’re a bastard,” she spat, crawling into the front seat after I did. Chuckling, I wrapped a hand around the back of her head and kissed her hard, noting she didn’t shove me off.
One step in the right direction.
My lips brushed hers as I spoke, “Yes, doll, I am. Your bratty ass better get used to it.”