God, what those words do to me. We should be in a bed. I fist my cock with one hand, stroking it, while I dip down to keep eating her, because she likes it so much.
I swirl and nibble, suck and lick, syncing with her breaths and going faster and harder as her lungs fill again and again.
“Yes, yes,” she pants her, opening up wider, one leg through the opening between the front seats and the other up over the back seat. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, God.” She shakes, her short, shallow breaths wracking through her body. “Oh, God, Jake, you feel so good.”
She sucks in a breath, and I know her orgasm is cresting, and…
I stop, my tongue paused on her clit a moment before I raise my head.
Her eyes remain closed, but after a moment, pain is etched across her face, and she blinks her eyes open. She finds me watching her.
“No,” she begs. “Don’t stop. Please. What are you doing?”
I leave a little kiss on her clit, feeling the pulse inside throb like she just ran a marathon, and I almost feel sorry for her.
I rise up, looking down at her.
“Jake,” she says, looking like she’s about to cry.
But then her hands dip between her legs as she tries to finish herself off, but I take her wrists, pinning them to her sides.
“Please.” She squirms with need.
I lean down, leaving little kisses on her stomach. “I would never take your inheritance, because your money doesn’t interest me,” I tell her between kisses. “It would never occur to me to force you to live here, because I don’t have to. You like me.”
I smirk as I trail kisses up to her tits, licking a nipple.
“So don’t worry,” I taunt. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I hated your fucking slimy parents, but they left me a really pretty piece of ass who likes it when I lick her pussy.”
I cup her between her legs, rubbing my palm over her clit and dipping the tip of my middle finger into her cunt.
Her hips shoot off the seat.
I push her stomach back down and do it again, swirling some wetness around her.
I slide it in a little deeper.
She arches up, grabbing my wrist with both hands. “No…”
I kiss her mouth, her soft lips loving me back. “I know. You still have your cherry. It’s okay,” I soothe her, bringing more wetness out and swirling it around her pussy. “I’ll get you ready.”
Keeping the tip of my finger inside her, I dive down again and start working her clit, bringing her back and giving her the orgasm I took away in punishment for her smart mouth.
“Uncle Jake,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby,” I tell her. “It’s yours. Take it.”
Sucking and licking, I speed up my mouth as I hear her body get more excited, panting harder and harder. I dip my finger in and out—just the tip—over and over again, and when she starts coming in for it, planting her hand on the door behind her head to thrust her body to meet my finger, I smile to myself, because she’s ready to be filled. She knows it’s what she needs.
She groans, her tits bobbing back and forth, and my mouth and finger work, I’m dying, because her tight, little cunt around my finger is lighting my body on fire. She’s wet and soft, her folds around my finger giving me a small taste of what my dick will be feeling in just a minute.
Her pussy tightens, her breathing stutters, she bites down on her bottom lip as she squeezes her eyes shut and moans.
“Jake!” she cries out, and I feel it. Wetter and hotter, she coats my finger, and I’m about to fucking come myself.
Fuck.
Rising up, I stare down at her as I reach into the center console, pulling out a condom.