Siân meets my stroke as I run my finger from clit to slit and back up, and when I rub circles around her nub, she lets go. All inhibitions and doubts become a thing of the past as she allows me to touch her.
Her pussy clenches around my finger when I breach her hole. I don’t enter her fully, only teasing her entrance, slipping a little deeper with each push inside. In and out, I play until Siân is riding forward, forcing my finger into her dripping pussy. Wet sticky sounds fill the cab, and my gut clenches with anticipation.
Inserting a second finger, I reach around her and let the chair back at the same time, her tits jiggling in the process. She’s so fucking perfect, sitting on my lap, completely overtaken by her desires. It’s not fair, really, using her secret fantasies against her—fantasies she doesn’t know I’m aware of.
“Oh my,” she cries out. “That feels so good,” Siân mutters.
“Is this how you touch yourself? Hm? When you’re alone in the shower and you reach between your legs to find your sex hard and hungry, is this how you tease your cunt?” I ask, reminiscing back to the night I watched and beat off in her closet. Her walls constrict around my fingers. “There you go, baby. Grip my fingers with that pussy. Take what you need.” She does so again, her slit growing slipperier by the second. “Play with your clit for me. Show me what you do when no one is watching.”
Siân is hesitant, so I force her hand to her clit, guiding tight rubs on her clit. The combination of stimulation to her bud and my fingers hooked against her G-spot promotes a flood between the valley of her thighs.
“Just look at that sweet little pussy. So fucking wet and needy,” I say and grab her neck to kiss me again.
This time, Siân doesn’t hesitate, not one fucking bit, and I love this shit. I love corrupting her and bringing her closer to my side. She’s mine. Her body is mine.
“Your cunt is mine, beautiful,” I say with venom on my tongue, my words and her breaths blending. “You fucking hear me?”
She’s quiet, so I press our foreheads together and quicken my fingers, hitting her G-spot faster, harder, and not giving a damn about the pain-soaked pleasure that builds on her face. Mouth wide open, breath and words caught in her throat, eyes closed, and hips bucking wide, Siân fucks my hand, taking what she needs from me.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m-I’m going to come, Christian.”
“Look at me,” I demand, with our heads still connected. “You like being my dirty little slut, don’t you? You love the feel of my fingers deep in your pussy.”
She moans. “Ahh.”
“Say it.” I pound into her and grind against her ass, my shaft searching for the friction. “Tell me you’re my dirty little slut, or I’ll stop right now. I’ll leave your pussy hungry.” My hips move faster as pressure builds in my gut, traveling its way to my balls.
Shit, she’s so fucking hot sitting in my lap, her legs spread wide with my fingers in her cunt. I can come from the image alone, but then add the scent of her arousal and the sweet massage of my slack-clad cock under her ass? It’s going to send me over the edge, and I’ll be left with cum in my pants for the entire two hours it’ll take to return her to campus.
But I don’t give a shit. I want to come as badly as she does, even if I have to wait to feel her release around my shaft.
“I want to be your dirty little slut. Oh, fuckkkkk. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Siân cries between heavy breaths.
“Your orgasms belong to me.” I stroke her spot and replace her hand with my free thumb.
Strumming her clit and fucking her slit, I watch as she comes apart, her body quaking from the wave of her release. She arches into me, her ass lifting off my lap, and I have to force her back down from immediately missing her warmth. I dry hump her ass as she fucks my fingers, and I know I’m going to blow.
“Come for me, baby. Spill your honey all over my lap.”
“I’m… Christian, I’m coming.” Her words are low and hoarse.
“I feel you, beautiful. Fuck, I feel you. Gah,” I groan. “You’re mine,” I whisper into her ear. “You’re fucking mine.”
Siân wraps her arms around my neck, nearly suffocating me against her chest, but I don’t care. I’d die a thousand deaths if that means I do so with her climaxing around my fingers. She rides the wave with a tight grip on me, not letting go, even when she’s done and completely spent.
Siân sucks air into her lungs, her body relaxing in my hold. We make eye contact while she continues to hold my neck. The moment is intense, the way we’re staring at each other as if we can see into each other’s soul. I wonder if she sees how black my heart is because I can see the gray slowly building until I consume her. It’s there, hanging in the balance, waiting for her walls to shatter.