“A slut?” I persisted. “Is that what you are? You like being a slut fucking every guy that sticks his tongue out at you?”
She looked up, and those eyes locked on me. Her gaze bleared with drunken ecstasy. Thinking of herself as a slut was really turning her on.
I could hardly believe it. She was really responding to me talking dirty to her like this.
Adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I was turning her on without even touching her. Could she respond to me the way she responded to them—or maybe even more?
She gulped, glanced away, and then scooted to the edge of the seat. She leaned across it and rested one hand on my knee. “Would you like it if I was a slut, Nicky?”
“Sit down,” I ordered. “Don’t fuck with me.”
She only smiled. It was the most seductive smile imaginable. She slid her hand higher up my thigh, and scorching blood rushed to my crotch against my best efforts to keep myself under control.
“Do you like thinking of me as a slut? Did you like watching them fuck me? Did you like listening to me scream and thinking about them pounding me and making me cum?”
“You’re a slut, all right. You better sit down before I yank down your panties and spank your bare ass right here in the limo.”
Her eyelashes dipped even more deliciously. Her hair spilled forward, and she slid the rest of the way off the seat. She sank down on her knees between my feet and squeezed both my thighs. “Do you want me, Nicky?”
“Shut up before I teach you a lesson. You’re too much of a slut for your own good.”
She only smiled and glided her hands all the way up to my hips. She made me so fucking hard I couldn’t even think about pushing her away.
Talking to her like this obviously set her off in incredible ways. Looking at her down there between my knees drove me out of my mind. She wanted me! She wanted me talking dirty to her and being harsh with her and calling her a filthy little tramp.
She lowered her head between my legs and rubbed her mouth up the inseam of my pants. Fucking hell, she looked so damn hot doing that! I throbbed to be in her mouth right now.
She kept kneading and massaging my thighs while she worked her mouth higher toward my cock. She bit into my leg but just enough to make me feel her teeth. “Use me, Nicky,” she breathed. “Use my mouth the way you want to.”
I reacted on pure adrenaline and seized her by the hair. I yanked her head back hard. “You want me to use your mouth like the slut you are? Is that what you want? You want me to make you my filthy bitch slut?”
She gasped, and her face transformed into something close to orgasmic rapture. “Nicky… Please, fuck me! I need you…” Her eyes dragged toward my cock, and her mouth sagged open in a ragged moan.
“You bitch!” I leaned forward like I was going to kiss her, but I stopped myself in time. Teasing her and talking to her this way gave me such a rush of power that I didn’t want to break the spell. “You wish I would let you suck my cock, don’t you? You wish I would spank that ass and teach you what a slut you are.”
She yelped and then groaned in an agony of anticipation and pleasure. I threw her away and leaned back in the seat. I spread my legs wider so she could see how hard she made me.
“Show me, you little bitch! Show me what a slut you are.”
She buried her face in my crotch, nuzzling and biting me through my pants. She squeezed my thighs and hips, but when she started to pull my belt open, I yanked her hand away.
“No!” I snapped. I picked her up by the armpits and put her back in her seat. “Sit down, and behave yourself. You’re too hot for your own good.”
I pretended to go back to looking out the window, but I was going crazy inside. Fuck, she was hot! She was already fucking three guys, but she still wanted more.
She ate it up when I acted harsh and stern with her. She loved me talking dirty to her and keeping her in her place. She probably would love for me to bend her over my knee and spank the shit out of her right now.
The thought made me throb even harder. Would I ever get another chance?
“Nicky…” she breathed.
That voice weaseled into my brain. She wanted me. She wanted everything I could do to her. She wanted me to make her my slut. Should I? Should I let go of the iron control I kept on myself—just once?
“Nicky…” Her voice spiked into a moan of broken desire. “I need you! Please… I need you.”
“You don’t deserve me.” I looked over at her, and my resolve crumbled.
She sat in her seat with her eyes clamped shut. Her features twisted in a struggle to keep herself under control. She must be going out of her mind.