“Don’t make me,” she pleads. “Youknow.”
“Yeah. But I made you a promise. What kinda man would I be if I broke that?”
She cups my face, arms resting on my shoulders, forehead to mine. Straddling me, knees into the seat, steering wheel at her back. Cars whoosh by occasionally. “Chance, dammit.” Another grind of her hips, pushing her hot, covered sex against my cock. “Please.”
“Say it, Nikki baby. Tell me what you need so I can give it to you.”
“I want you.”
“I’m right here.”
“No.” She shakes her head, a clumsy roll of forehead to forehead. “Ineedyou. I needyou.”
I rub her thighs, then grasp her big, beautiful ass and lift her, settle her lower, help her grind against me, teasing what we could have. “I’m right here, mama.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” A breath, a soft exhale, then, angrily— “Fuck.” She moves my hand, guiding it to her front. To her sex. “Touchme, goddammit. I want to come—Ineedto come. Make me come, Chance. Please,fuck, help me come.”
I capture her mouth and kiss her with furious need, all hot mouths and wild tongues, depth and intensity unmatched, giving her the full force of my hunger for her. She groans into my mouth, lifting her hips, tilting them back to offer herself to me.
I slip my hands down into her shorts and find her wet sex slick with need, delving my middle finger into her. Softly, gently, slowly, I enter her with my finger, just one at first. She whines into my mouth, breaking the kiss. My index and pinky fingers press into her inner thighs on either side of her sex and she widens her thighs, lifting up on her knees and angling toward me to give me the optimal geometry. She’s tight, wet, and hot around my middle finger.
Her head touches the ceiling of the car, her mouth against my ear. “Ohhh fuck, Chance. Yes, god yes.”
She’s a goddess gone wild, and I’ve barely touched her. She’s everything. Pure honey, pure fire. The feel of her pussy around my finger is wondrous, slick and wet and hot and slippery and clenching around me. I press deep, draw out slowly, curling to drag my fingertip against her inner wall. I find it, that spot, instantly—I know I’ve found it because she surges against my touch and cries out, her already-clenching core spasming around me. I drive my finger back in, and press my thumb against her swollen clit. She cries out.
I shove my other hand under her shirt and yank down the cups of her bra, freeing her tits. I pinch her nipple and then cup the full, heavy weight of her breast, and she arches her spine, pushing into my hand.
“Fuck, fuck.” She presses her lips to mine, but she’s too fraught to kiss. “More.”
I give her what she wants—an added finger, my ring finger with the middle, stretching her tightness. My fingers slide in and out, my thumb circling while I play with her breasts, one and then the other, squeezing, kneading, fondling, pinching, rolling.
As my fingers work her pussy, she rests her mouth on the top of my head, huffing. Her hips roll, gyrate, responding beautifully. Faster she drives, taking and taking. Guiding me to her perfect pace, slowing when she wants to back away from the edge, grinding faster when she needs it faster. Her hands clutch the back of my head, and her hot breaths come fast on my scalp as she gasps, groans, whimpers.
“Oh my fucking god, Chance. It feels…sogood. So good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop till you’ve seen Jesus, baby.” I drill my fingers in and out hard and fast, driving the heel of my palm against her clit. “Let me see you come, Nikki. Come for me, mama. Come for me.”
I feel her fingers join mine, pressing against her clit and taking over, circling a fast light touch; I continue using my fingers to pleasure her while she gives herself the added touch she needs. I pinch and twist her nipples, tweaking harder and harder the closer she gets to her climax.
All at once, she throws her head back, spine arching, screaming, grinding her slick squelching pussy against my hand while her fingers fly over her clit. “Chance! Fuck, fuck,fuck, Chance ohmygod I’m coming, I’m coming, oh fuck I’m coming so hard!”
“Gimme your mouth, Nik,” I command. “Kiss me while you come on my fingers.”
She slams her mouth onto mine and shoves her tongue between my lips and then sucks my tongue into her mouth, and her hips drive and grind, fucking my fingers. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers and her breath comes in shrill pants.
Slowly, her climax subsides, leaving her quaking every so often with the harsh tremors of aftershock mini-orgasms.
“Holy fuck,” she whispers, lips against my ear. “Holy fucking fuck.”
“Got a bit of a potty mouth on you when you’re turned on, mama,” I murmur.
She shudders again, burying her face deeper into my neck. “Sorry.”
“Better not apologize for that shit, baby, it’s hot as fuck.”
“It is?” She pulls back to look at me.
“To me, yeah.” I restrain the need to adjust my raging hard-on—I don’t want to draw attention to it, because this wasn’t about me.
