Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he murmurs and drops to his knees in front of me.
He reaches for my tiny dress again. For one heart-pounding moment, I think he’s going to lick my pussy right here in the darkened parking lot. Even though I came, more moisture gushes from my body at the thought.
He reaches for my panties and growls at me as he works them down to my ankles. I shift, letting him pull them off past my shoes.
He brings them to his nose and inhales deeply before shoving them into his pocket. He stands again, kisses me roughly, then tugs my hand toward his truck.
I plant my feet, standing my ground. He can’t be serious. “I don’t have any panties,” I hiss at him.
He grunts and steps closer, invading my space once more. “You lost the right to panties when you put them on for another man.”
Then without waiting for a response, he scoops me up and sets me gently in his truck. He fastens the seatbelt around me, pausing to tweak my nipples as he does.
I arch into his touch, my body craving it. I need him again already.
Ace chuckles under his breath, well aware of what he’s doing then closes the truck door.
I grab my phone, thankful that I had the foresight to tuck it into the top of my dress earlier tonight. I quickly text Ginger so she doesn’t worry about me, letting her know that I’ve left with Ace. She replies with an eggplant emoji followed by a smirk.
I put my phone on the console as Ace slides into the driver’s seat. As soon as he gets the vehicle out of the club parking lot, he issues another command in his dark, gritty voice. “Touch yourself.”
“Here? Now?” I glance around, not sure why I’m suddenly feeling shy. It could be that we’re in a moving vehicle. It could be that I wasn’t expecting Ace to come into the club tonight and publicly claim me in the parking lot.
“It’s the only way you’ll be able to take me.”
I whimper at his words and squeeze my thighs together again.
“Do it now. Let me hear the sounds your pussy makes when it’s wet. I want to listen as you splash in your own juices.”
I should object. I should tell him no, but I don’t want to. Besides, it’s obvious from the route he’s chosen that Ace is taking back roads.
There are a few streetlights, and they’re spaced far apart. Even if someone did look in his vehicle, they wouldn’t be able to see anything through his tinted windows. The thought makes me feel bold, and I remember how it felt three days ago when I played with myself while he watched.
I manage to shift and maneuver, bunching up the material of my short dress around my hips. My bare ass is against the soft, buttery leather of his seat as I slide my fingers through my folds. They’re still so wet and sensitive from earlier that I whimper at the sensation.
“Describe it,” Ace grits out. “Tell me how my pretty pussy feels.”
I like to hear him calling my pussy pretty. I like hearing him call it his even more.
“Soft,” I stumble out and stroke myself again. “Wet and hot and achy. So achy.”
I run my fingertips higher, aiming for my clit.
“No, I’m in charge of your pleasure now. You don’t get to come again until I’m inside you.” His knuckles are white around the steering wheel. I think of how his big fingers were inside of my body only a few minutes ago.
I make a little whimper of protest even as I instantly move away from my little bud. I love the idea that he’s in charge of my pleasure.
“Put one of your fingers in your hole. Only one.”
His crass words make my cheeks burn. I do as he said but it doesn’t feel like enough. When he did it, I felt so full. “I need more, please.”
“Good girl asking for permission. You can add a second finger.” His voice is quiet yet filled with authority. It makes me want to obey him more.
Frustration fills me. “My fingers aren’t as big as yours.”
“You want to be bouncing on my cock.”
“Yes, please. I need it.” I want him to pull the truck over on the side of the dark mountain and bend me over the hood. I want him to shove my dress up around my hips and slide deep into his pussy, demanding that he gets to touch what’s his.
“You can take a little more. Thrust them deep.”
“I can’t. I’m almost there. I’m going to…I’m going to…” I’m panting and my muscles are tensing, preparing for the release.
He puts a hand on my knee. His touch is gentle and reassuring but also possessive and commanding. “Stop touching my pussy. You don’t get to come.”