Unexpected Gift(60)

“Caden—”

He groans with frustration and grabs my face. “Just shut up.” He takes my mouth in a hungry kiss, diving his tongue in my mouth.

I don’t resist. My body is primed from earlier, from his stunt in the backseat. I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the kiss. Losing myself in him—to him.

He pulls his lips away slightly, breathing heavy into my mouth. “Get in the car.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” his nails scrap along the metal of the car.

I run my hand down his chest, gripping the band of his pants and pull him toward me. “The door won’t unlock, and you are in my way.”

I don’t see his hand move, but I feel it, rubbing over the curve of my ass to get to the door handle as he takes the keys from me with his other hand and hits unlock. He pulls it, and the door clicks open. “Get in the car, Molly.”

The threat of his words make my nipples tighten, and my body obeys him without argument. I slither my way in the crack of the door and crawl over into the passenger seat. He jumps into the driver’s seat and closes the door. I jump from the abrupt sound, my skin tingling from the silent promise lingering in the air.

“I’ve already told Kenna to find another ride and a place to stay.” His deep, grumble of words cause my skin to bead and my clit to pulse. I know why he would tell her that, but I want to hear the words come from his mouth. “I don’t want any interruptions tonight. I’m done waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“Us.” The tires squeal out of the parking lot, burning rubber and leaving smoke behind as we speed down the road.

My throat becomes dry and scratchy, thinking of what will happen tonight. It doesn’t have to happen. I know if I say no, everything will come to a stop, but I don’t want to say no. I want to feel all the pent-up aggression.

“Touch yourself.”

“What?” I stare at him with wide eyes, gripping the middle console with all my might.

He unbuckles his pants and snakes his cock out. “Touch yourself, because when we get home. All bets are off.”

My heart pounds so hard, the throb pulsates in my head, my chest, my stomach, my legs, my entire body. I swallow to coat the nervousness latching onto my throat and run my shaky hands up my legs with slow and tender movements. It doesn’t feel as good as when he is touching me, but it still feels hot and forbidden because I have never done anything like this before.

He starts to stroke his intimidating cock, rubbing his thumb over the angry red bulb. His slit leaks clear fluid, and my taste buds water for a taste. I crave it. I lean over to take his cock into my mouth, but he stops me, pushing me against the seat with force.

“No. I want to see you finger-fuck yourself, Molly. Do it.” His voice sounds different—animalistic and primal, full of rage and want. That power, if he uses it the wrong way, it can really hurt me, but I know he will never do that. Caden will never hurt me.

I can’t tear my eyes away from him pleasuring himself, and the image makes my hands slide my panties to the side like he did earlier. My pubic hair scratches my fingers as I search for my pleasure button.

“Come on, Molly. I want to hear you. Let me hear you,” he stutters, his cock looking angry and menacing from the bulging veins and throbbing pulse. I wonder once he is inside me, if I will be able to feel it pulse or shoot when he orgasms.

The thought makes me moan and slip my fingers through my folds. I’m slick, wet, and hot. I spread my legs wider until my feet are on opposite sides of each other on the floorboard so I can have more access.

“That’s my girl. How does it feel? What do you feel?” He continues to milk his shaft.

I roll my head against the seat, channeling my powerful inner goddess. I want to tell him, but words won’t leave my lips. The wet sounds from my folds make me gasp, and I’m nervous to drive my digits inside because I don’t want to break my virginity. I want to save it for Caden. Maybe that is why we haven’t been together all these years. Perhaps, time was waiting for us to catch up to it, and now that we are here, I want to do everything in my power to make him happy.

I flick my finger across my aching nub, ripping a groan from the deepest parts of my chest. My legs start to shake, and my hole starts to clench. “It hurts.”

“What hurts, sunshine?” his nickname makes me smile, flashing the previous night in my mind like an undeveloped film roll.

“My…” I swallow trying to find the courage to tell him what he wants. “My hole. It aches. It hurts. It needs something.” I run my hand over my slit again, igniting all the nerves along my vulva.

“She needs me. She needs to be filled with my cock. Are you going to let me do that? Are you going to let me fill you up, make you mine, Molly?”

I whimper. “I want nothing more.”

“Wrap your mouth around my cock and touch yourself at the same time.”

I don’t question his wants or needs. I bend over the middle console where his elbow lays, and take his long, fat, shaft in my hand. I examine it. I’ve never seen one like it before. It’s perfect. From the base to the tip, it is the same size, and the head flares out right past the width. A bead of shiny fluid dribbles from the slit, and I flick my tongue out, finally satisfying my taste buds. I twirl my tongue around it like a lollipop, stretching my mouth as wide as it could go.