Page 120 of Feed Your Fiends

He didn’t know I’d seen them, but I had the second he came through our bedroom door. No,hisbedroom door, and I know he’s up to something.

“Yes,” he says simply, without elaborating.

“So, let's do some immersion therapy together.”

He’s still frozen, his fists clenched in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Were you lying when you told me that?” I ask, climbing onto the roof.

“What?” It’s barely a whisper as he watches me settle into a split over the cracked opening.

“That you’d do anything to have me?”

“I’m not a liar.”

I pull my nightdress over my head so that I’m fully exposed. All but my pussy’s that hidden a few centimetres in the car itself. “Then why won’t you come get me?”

“That’s not fair,” he hisses, his eyes trailing from my nipples to my hidden slit.

“You agreed to the rules.”

He begins to shake his head slowly.

“Come and get your pussy, Gant. Isn’t it yours?”

A heavy silence settles over us, and then slowly, ever so slowly, he steps closer to the driver's door, where he presses his face against the window. His palms push flat against the glass like a kid admiring a toy, a doll, he desperately wants as he gazes at my slit.

“You have to open the display,” I say. “If you want to touch it. Taste it.”

“Taste it…” he trails to himself as I slide my fingers down my stomach to play with myself.

“I know you like it when it drips, don’t you? When you can catch that dangling thread on your tongue before sucking on my clit. It’s your favourite part.”

“My favourite,” he repeats, mesmerized.

I show him my fingers through the glass, and he actually licks the damn pane.

“You can have the real thing, Gant. Just come in the car, get on your knees, stick your tongue out and taste.”

A pained look contorts his features, as he sees the rush of slick as I press my G spot until my stomach contracts andmy pussy creams.

The car door rips open, and I gaze between my thighs to watch him.Fuckhe’s handsome, even more so from this angle with his hair pushed back from his forehead, his cut jaw opened wide, his long pink tongue playing with that little drip a second before he’s on my clit.

I fist my fingers in his hair and hold him close, riding out my orgasm. One second, I’m on the roof; the next, he’s sinking his fingers into my thighs and pulling me into the car onto his lap.

I squeal as he pushes me backwards, my shoulders hitting the back seat as he crawls between my legs.

For a second, he just stares at me sprawled on the butterscotch leather, and I’m worried that I’ve pushed him too far. That I’ve done the wrong thing, but then… he gazes down at me and smiles. Not wickedly, but a smile that’s contagious.

“What?” I ask with a little breathless laugh.

“Look where we are.”

I gaze around at the fogging windows and jump when I feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my slit.

“You’re going to let me creampie you in the back of a car, Rose. All we need is some water around us.”

He bumps my clit and I jump, spreading wider so that he can push at my entrance.Finally.

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