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“Look how wet you are.” Jett’s husky tone is so low, if we weren’t in such close quarters, I wouldn’t have heard him.
“Hurry up,” I huff, needing to feel something other than his eyes on me. The intensity is too much for me right now.
“For someone who was hesitant about this, you sure are a needy girl, aren’t you?”
“I just need the release,” I lie.
“Oh, you’re going to get plenty of those, baby.”
Leisurely, Jett’s finger dusts its way up my leg and forms a slick path to my soaked entrance, swirling once he reaches my throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp, doing my best not to overreact to the thrilling sensation.
“Fuck is right. You’re soaking my finger. This all mine?”
Not wanting to show my hand, I ignore him, closing my eyes to chase the bliss I desperately need. Rushed, Jett’s finger moves from my clit to my entrance, curling all the way to the spot only he’s ever been able to reach.
“Jett, God.”
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”
Relentlessly, he massages his finger into the spot that has me bucking like a maniac in the front seat.
“Yes!” I scream.
“Yes, what?” He doesn’t let up.
“For you, it’s for you— Jett, please.”
“Damn fucking right, it’s for me.”
Dear God, even with just one finger inside of me, Jett brings out a pleasure I didn’t know was possible. Unable to control my body, the clamp of my pussy locks his finger in as the tingle from the base of my spine tracks its way up my back.
“Oh, no no no, you’re not coming on my finger.”
Growling and frantic, Jett pulls his finger from inside me and readjusts himself in his seat, positioning his face right at the center of my legs.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, writhing for more.
“I love when you beg for me, Sofia baby.”
“Fuck you.”
“You will, but not before you soak my face.”
Just like that, his plush lips find my clit, sucking and swirling and making my eyes roll back. Jett devours me like I’m the only meal he ever wants to eat again.
“You taste even better than I remember,” he says, lifting up for air before latching his perfect lips back onto my pussy.
“Stop talking,” I whine, needing him to stop with the constant reminders.
“I’ll never stop talking about how good this pussy tastes.”
His hands trail up my legs before reaching my entrance. As one hand holds my pussy open, he feasts on my sensitive flesh, while the other enters me with a force I’m needy for him to increase.
“Oh my—”
Jett’s tempo quickens; the pace he’s following has me so close, I can’t even second-guess myself.
