Page 37 of I See Red

Shoving me back into the seat, releasing her hold on me, her left heel creeps over the center console, landing on the passenger side floorboard as the other finds a home between my knees on the driver’s side. Flipping her hair back, her hands run through her strands, securing them behind her shoulders as a grin appears across her face. I take her curves in.

“Dios, estoy tan jodido.”

“God, I am so fucked.”

Her legs spread so graciously, exposing that pretty pussy to me. Reaching up quickly, I try making a move, sliding my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit. Fuck, she is already as wet as the sea that Moses parted. Her pussy; the quench to my thirst, the serenity to my ache. Fuck I want to part those beautiful lips around my cock forcing myself deep within her. She slaps my hand away just as quickly as it arrives. Momentarily, I’m confused by her actions until she does what I never knew could be the sexiest thing a woman could ever do.

“Your eyes, not your hands,” she bites, her thighs slowly lowering her body downwards, her lips meeting with the arch of the shifter. Sucking a deep breath in between my lips, a pit forms in my stomach like a million tidal waves crashing in all different angles directing the undercurrent, shooting it to my cock as I watch on. The blood viciously rages. My pants are merely a torture device straining the throb.

My little flame continues to lower herself down until the shifter completely disappears, being swallowed up by her in whole. A soft moan releases from her, again and again, as she gently begins sliding up and down, the warmth of her taking in the chill of it as she once did me.

“Maldita sea.”

“Goddamn.”

My fist connects with my mouth, my teeth biting down, almost breaking the skin in an effort to contain myself from breaking her rule.

Eyes, not your hands, Mr. Bergess.

Fuck me, new kink completely unlocked, obliterating all that laid the path before it. Her hand slides up her velvety skin, grabbing onto her breast, threading her nipple through her fingers, gently tugging, and ravaging it. As her body continuously slides up and down the shifter as her other hand swirls her clit. Her eyes lock onto mine, fucking taunting me mercilessly. She intoxicates me completely. Everything about her is poisonous, and I’ve never wanted a dose more desperately than I do right now, watching her in this moment.

Take me, end me, kill me. I don’t give a fuck.

Her motions begin to pick up speed. Unzipping my pants, I attempt to alleviate the agitation throbbing between my thighs. Just as my hand reaches to grasp it, she stops in a downward motion, her body freezing as if she herself is a weapon to be used against me.

“I said eyes, not your fucking hands, you know what to do,”

I can’ttouchher; I can’t touchmyself.Her torture is working well. If going mad was a possibility for a completely sane person, I’d meet the criteria to be locked away, and if I don’t find release soon, I may lose my mind for good. It hits me exactly what she means, her words spoken earlier being the key to the riddle before me. Literally the key.

You’re going to need these.

“Jesús puto cristo, Amor. Mi pequeña llama salvaje.”

“Jesus fucking christ, Amor. My savage little flame.”

My dick exposed from my pants, I lean forward, placing the key in the ignition. My foot pushing in the clutch as I turn the key over, her purrs like beautiful shockwaves. I watch as seven hundred horsepower hits my little flame’s gem all at once. Amoan squeals from her as the vibrations awaken her thoroughly. Her hands frantically weave through her hair, pulling, grasping what she can. I watch as she rides her climax higher and higher, her legs shaking as they bear the entirety of her weight. I can’t help but imagine how much fun I could stir up right now while maintaining her rules set in place. A grin brandishes my face at the thought, and there is no turning back.

“Abróchate el cinturón, pequeña llama.”

“Buckle up, little flame.”

Pressing on the gas, I raise the RPMs slowly, her body instantaneously reacting to the increase of vibrations, bringing me great satisfaction. If I can’t physically take her to her climax, I swear to fucking god I will still be the reason she fucking comes.

“Goddamn, I—I can’t,” whimpers out of her mouth, her teeth chattering through her words.

“You can and you will, little flame,” I grunt, pressing the pedal in further. The RPMs hitting six thousand, climbing to seven before capping at nine thousand. I hold it, momentarily tormenting her in great pleasure before releasing the pedal, taking it all away in a second, taunting her. Before she can react, I open the throttle, her gem experiencing an earthquake only I can ever give her. One which she craved but wasn’t ready for. Her climax is about to hit. I can tell by the pitch of her sweet moans as they raise an octave, matching her thrusts beat for beat, her pussy fucking the shit out of the leather.

“Dilo bebe dilo.”

“Say it baby, say it.”

“I’m going to fucking come,” rolls off her breathless moans.

There it is, just like fucking clockwork every time.

“You like the way that leather fucks you, little flame?”

“Yes.” Her words a mere whimper.

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