Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
When she moves in her seat, leaning her head back and closing her eyes, I can’t stop myself from glancing down her body. Her skirt has ridden up, showing off her creamy thighs. With every breath she takes, her breasts rise and fall. Fuck me, I hope I can do this.
“Davis?” she whispers. “I think I’m good now.”
I nod. “Right. So do you trust me?”
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and her voice is soft. “Yes, of course I do.”
My jaw is tight, and I force the words out. “I’m going to help you.”
She sits up. “Help me? Oh my God, I don’t want your help. Not like this. I’m not some charity—”
Before she can finish, I put my hand on her thigh, and she stops talking. I told myself I wasn’t going to touch her intimately tonight, and even now, I’m going to try and keep that promise.
“You are not a charity case. I want to do this, Abby. Fuck, I want this more than anything.”
Her eyes are fixed on mine. They’re wide and trusting, and I know I need to do this right. “Will you let me…. Please?”
I don’t try to hide the pleading in my voice. I wasn’t lying. I do want this even though I know I shouldn’t. This is so fucking wrong.
When she nods her head, I ask her, “Are you wet, Abby?”
She scrunches up her nose.
“Answer me,” I insist.
She lets out a breath. “I think so.”
Fuck me. “That’s good. Lift your skirt up.”
She hesitates for a minute and leans back a little. The last thing I want to do is pressure her into anything. “If you don’t want this, all you have to do is tell me.”
She reaches for my hand on her leg to hold me there. “No, I do. I do want this.”
I nod, and she grabs the skirt of her dress and raises it up until I can see her white panties. I feel as if my tongue has swelled, and I can barely get the next words out. “Good. Slide your panties down.”
She lifts her hips and pulls her panties down to her knees. I move my hand from her leg, but as soon as she’s in position, I cover her thigh again.
“Widen your legs.”
She stretches her legs apart, and my fingers press into the soft skin of her thigh. It’s taking every bit of willpower I have not to reach between her legs. “Touch yourself.”
She tenses and looks at me with curiosity. “You trust me, right? Put your hand between your legs and touch yourself.”
Her hand slides along her lower belly, and she tentatively touches herself. “Get your finger wet,” I murmur to her.
She slides lower, sliding her finger through her slick folds.
“Touch your clit.”
She moves to her clit, and I slide my hand a little up her thigh, holding her legs apart, letting my fingers dig into her skin. She circles her finger around her clit. Her hips flex, and she lets out a moan. Her hand moves between her legs, and I can’t take my eyes off her. My cock is hard, but I ignore it as I watch her. Her breathing picks up speed, and then all of a sudden, she stops and groans, letting her hand fall away from her core. “Forget it. It’s useless. I can’t.”
Don’t touch her. Don’t touch her, I tell myself. I know when I do, there’s no going back, but I can’t stop myself. I slide my hand up her inner thigh, and as soon as I get to her honeyed heat, she gasps and lifts her hips to meet me. I slide a finger through her swollen lips. She’s soaked, and I coat my finger with her cream before moving to her engorged clit. “Fuck, I told myself I wouldn’t touch you, but baby, you need this, don’t you?”
Her words are not coherent. It comes out as a groan and a grunt. I circle her clit, over and over, increasing the pressure. Her breathing is erratic, her hips pumping in the seat, and she’s so close. “Let go, Abby. I got you, baby. Let go.”
“Davis,” she moans, and just hearing her sex-laced voice makes me almost come in my jeans.
Her whole body tenses. Her hands grab on to the console and the door, and she white-knuckles them as her body starts to convulse. I don’t relent, though, wanting her to ride it out until she’s completely satisfied and has no doubt that she did in fact have an orgasm.
“More,” I tell her.
She releases her hold on the door and console and wraps her hands around my arm. She’s trying to pull my hand away, but I won’t let her. I reach over with my other hand and slide my finger inside her as I keep circling her clit. A guttural groan escapes her as I finger-fuck her with one hand and pet her clit with the other.