Page 29 of Just The Sex

Scene 25

Can I finger you?

Ever & King

King reaches over and brushes his thumb over my lips, then drags his hand down my body and cups my sex. “Can I finger you?”

I can’t help but smirk. “Do you have to ask?” Nudging his way into my shorts, he spreads open my pussy, tickling my clit, and then forcing two fingers into me. “Uhhhhh,” I moan. He’s so good with his hands. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I focus on the road as he slowly moves in and out of me.

“You have the tightest pussy,” he says, lathering my neck with kisses.

“I wish you were inside it right now.”

“Mmmmm, I bet you do.” He kisses me more, fingering me slowly. I clench around his hand, hating that we are in the car right now.

“Pull over.”

“Why?”

“So you can come, I can see it in your eyes and feel in on my fingertips. Give over to what your body wants, baby.” Glancing in the mirrors as I turn down a side street, the car comes to a stop, but King does not. His hand rubs the side of my thigh as he strokes me, and I spread my legs, leaning further back. “That’s it, baby, let go. Give in to the pleasure.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and takes a handful of my breasts with his other hand. Reaching over, his cock is hard, and I hold on to it through his shorts as I push against the seat. My body on a roller coaster of bliss and his hand is the track guiding me. He rocks his hips, looking at me so fucking sexily as I get lost in his eyes.

“Are you going to come for me?”

“Mmmhhhh,” I moan, struggling to breathe. My body convulses and without warning, he pulls the most amazing orgasm out of me. I can’t control my body as I scream, being fingered and coming from it like never before.

Swallowing as I search for reality, King looks at me through hooded lids so satisfied as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean. “God, you taste like a fucking dream.”

I chuckle at his description, still holding on to his dick as he sits back, buckling his seatbelt over my hand. Blinking a few times perplexed, I ask him, “What about you?”

“That was for me. Thank you, baby.”

Looking over my reflection in the mirror before I drive away, I am red and flushed. King says, “You look fine.”

“I look like I just came.”

“Yeah…you kinda do.” He raises his eyebrows at me, and I slap him across his arm. He grabs my hand and holds it tightly. “We’ve gotta long drive, you’ll look normal by the time we get there.”

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