Page 76 of Tristano

She gasps but doesn’t say anything. Her eyes are on me are wide.

“Keep those legs open and follow my commands.”

I put the car in drive, speeding as much as traffic will allow.

“Pull them to the side,” I tell her.

My eyes flick to her as she does as I ask. She’s glistening.

It’s only a fifteen-minute drive to my place, but I’m determined to make it in less. That means less time to play.

“Have you ever played with that pretty pussy?” I ask.

She makes a noise, but it’s not an answer.

“Out loud, Serena. Do you play with yourself?”

“Yes.” Her tone is husky.

It’s enough to cause a shiver in my body. Hearing how turned on she is.

“Did you rub your clit, or would you finger yourself? Show me.”

I can audibly hear her wetness as she slides her fingers into it. I glance over quickly, watching her fingers disappear inside her.

“Fuck. I didn’t think this through.” I rub my hand over my face.

“Tris,”she moans.

It almost breaks me. Hearing her moan my name is a fantasy come to life. For years I’ve imagined this moment while I jacked off, but nothing my brain could come up with could ever compare to having her here in real life.

“Do you think about me?” I ask, taking another corner faster than I should.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Tell me what you think about. How do I touch you in your fantasy?”

I glance over to see her eyes on me. She licks her lips, her fingers still moving at a moderate pace.

I glance back to the street, pressing the gas a little harder.

“I imagine it’s your hands touching me. That you’re the one making me feel good. I picture your fingers gliding in and out of me, making my body heat. Sometimes I use a sucker so I can imagine I’m sucking you off while you finger me.” Her breath catches as she speeds up her pace.

“Let me taste you,” I murmur, stopping at the red light.

She drags her fingers out, pressing them to my lips. I inhale deeply, loving the scent of her pussy as I suck her two fingers deep into my mouth. She shivers as my eyes close, my moan vibrating against her fingers.

The horn honking behind me has me smirking at her as I nip at the end of her finger as I take off.

“Delicious.” I wink at her before focusing back on the road.

“That was the single most sexy thing I have ever seen,” she whispers, making my smile grow.

I like this side of her.

“You have four blocks to make yourself come. I suggest you do it unless you’d prefer a punishment,” I say conversationally, but she takes it as the demand it was meant to be.

My eyes volley between her and the road as she circles her clit with one hand while scissoring inside her with the other. She’s more vocal now, her moans becoming closer to screams.

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