The intrusiveness forces a yelp out of me.
His eyes are on the road, but he still wreaks havoc in me.
“Do you want me to finger you, sweetheart?”
I don’t reply.
“I can hit that spot that drives you crazy and make you scream for the entire road to hear.”
“Stop, damn it!” I groan, my face heating with exertion.
His dirty words have always been the death of me.
“Hmm. You should know that the more you say that…” He plunges two fingers inside me in one go. “The harder I will push.”
I cry out, almost toppling over in my seat.
Oh. God.
I don’t know if it’s the position or the way he thrust into me. A wave comes so close, it’s impossible to fight its intensity.
“I missed your tight pussy, sweetheart.” He pounds into me, hitting that hypersensitive spot over and over again.
How the hell does he know my body more than I do?
“See, your pussy knows it belongs to me.” He keeps his eyes on the road as he works me towards the edge of a high cliff.
“Your pussy knows that no one else will give it what I do, but you keep fighting it.”
He presses his thumb against my clit. I gasp and clutch the seatbelt for balance.
I’m close. I’m so, so close, I can taste it in the air.
“Oh… Aiden… oh, please.”
“Hmm. Do you want me to let you come, Elsa?”
I hate myself instantly as I nod. He’s had me under his spell whether I like to admit it or not.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have pissed me off, huh?”
Before I can make meaning of his words, he withdraws his hand, leaving me empty and aching.
I stare at him with widened eyes.
Did the arsehole just abandon me on the verge of an orgasm?
“I told you.” He sucks his fingers — the same fingers that were just inside me — into his mouth. “Payment first.”
15
Elsa
I’m so frustrated and angry that I don’t pay attention to where we’re going.
Yes, I want him to tell me everything. Yes, the dickhead knows my body more than anyone should.
But is that an excuse for my strong reaction to him?