Page 103 of Full Throttle

The memory continued playing in my head as my other hand snaked down to the apex of my thighs, sliding underneath my leggings and panties.

You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m not touching your sweet pussy.

My fingers were his fingers, spreading my lips and finding my clit. My body twitched at the contact, and my head fell back once more, my fingers rubbing my clit in the same way he had done last night. After a minute or two, I was panting as I opened my eyes, pausing the replay to strip down completely. I had his words and his hand only, but I needed more. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I did.

“For shits and giggles,” I breathed, grabbing the toy, getting onto the bed.

Once there, I dropped down, bracing myself on a forearm as I shoved my hand with the toy in between my legs. Pressing the button with my thumb, the toy turned on, vibrating against my clit as I let out a moan into the blanket.

Fuck yes.

I mentally pressed play on the memory, blending it with my own fantasy, the one with Cain bending me over his Silvia after a race in a darkened parking lot. I circled the toy against my clit for a few moments as his words from last night echoed in my mind.

I love it when you moan for me—scream for me.

He was saying this in my ear now, from behind me as he shoved my jeans down over to my thighs roughly. I whimpered, moving the length of the toy up and down my clit as if I was grinding it on his shaft. “Please,” I begged into the blanket, my free hand fisting it as I turned my head, gasping.

I saw my good girl being a needy little slut, baby. That’s what I saw.

He bent me over the hood of his car, telling me to brace as I heard him undo his belt. A second later, his hand was at my hip, and he was rubbing his shaft against my clit—just like my toy. Reality and fantasy started blending together as I became drunk on my own raw desire.

I needed Cain to fuck me.

I needed him to claim me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, adjusting my hand so the head of the toy was at my entrance.

Is my good girl needy? Does she have a needy pussy?

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Prove it.

I slowly started shoving the toy inside, imaging it was his big, thick, hard cock stretching me. He forced me down to the hood of his car now, the metal still warm from the race as he slowly inched his way into me. Once the toy was all the way in, I moaned again, pulling it out slightly before shoving it back in.

In and out.

Over and over, keeping the same pace his fingers had kept last night.

I lifted up as my pussy began to convulse around the toy, my head falling back, my hair covering the span of my back as a guttural moan left me. “Yes,” I breathed.

Are you my good girl?

I bit my lip, nodding as my body moving back against it—against him. The sounds of our skin slapping echoed throughout the night and in this room as my mouth fell open on a silent cry. My arm began to shake from holding me up, and I dropped back down, imaging his hand in my hair, holding me down as he fucked me.

I was so close, and I began to see stars behind my lids. I cried out his name again, fucking myself hard from behind with the toy.

I want my little cunt to make a mess on me. I want it all over me.

It was here. I was about to let go and fall into bliss. Then—

The toy was yanked out of my pussy, and my eyes flew open. I looked over my shoulder to find Cain—in the flesh—standing behind my naked body, his nostrils flared and jaw tight.

Oh shit.

I started to sit up, but before I knew it, his hand was at the back of my neck, holding me to the mattress.

“I see you and I need to have a discussion,” he shared, his voice gravely.

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