“Take your panties off.”
She glanced around. The limo was empty and the windows were tinted black. Still . . . “Here?”
“Give them to me.”
She hesitated and then reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs. She handed them to Logan and stared at him with wide eyes.
“Are you wet?”
“I don’t know.”
His hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She tensed.
“Let me,” he said, his voice low and completely in control. She got lost in his gaze and opened her thighs as far as she could in her knee-length skirt.
His hand moved higher. Higher. His fingers brushed her slick folds, and she gasped.
“Yes,” he said. “You are. Tell me that you’re wet.”
“I’m wet, Logan. For you.”
“Damn, what that does to me,” he groaned under his breath. He teased her opening with one fingertip until she was rocking her hips against his hand.
“Oh.” Her pussy clenched, begging to be filled. “Deeper, Logan. Inside.”
His finger slipped inside her a mere inch. He caught her gasp in his mouth as he kissed her deeply. That was the only thing he was doing deeply. She rocked her hips against his hand, urging him to plunge his finger into her.
He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her throat. “You deserve better than this,” he murmured. “You deserve better.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. Please don’t reject me, Logan. Not now. I couldn’t bear it.
“Forgive me, lamb,” he whispered.
Her heart panged unpleasantly. Breath strangled in her throat. Then don’t hurt my feelings. I’ll have nothing to forgive.
He rubbed his lips over her cheek. “Forgive me for not being strong enough to wait. All I can think about is how much I want to bury myself inside this sweet, wet pussy.”
He slipped his finger deep, and she shuddered with bliss. He wanted her. Maybe as much as she wanted him.
“You deserve to be treated with gentleness. And patience.”
“No,” she sputtered. “That’s not what I want.”
He lifted his head to look at her. “It’s not?”
She shook her head. “I like that I turn you on. That you’ve talked me out of my panties and have your finger inside me in the back of a limo. I even like that everyone knows what we’re probably doing in here.”
He stared at her wide-eyed. “You do?”
“Yeah. There’s only one thing I’d prefer over this.”
“What’s that?”
“That you had more than your finger inside me. Please tell me you have a condom with you.”
He grinned crookedly. He reached into his back pocket and produced a condom. He held it between two fingers to display it for her.
“I was hoping I’d need this today.”
“Show me how to put it on you,” she said, shifting on the seat so she could see what she was doing.
He knelt on the floorboard between her feet and reached for his fly.
“Let me,” she said. She really did want to learn how to turn him on. “Is it better if I unbutton these slowly and tease you, or just yank it open and plunge my hand in there as if I can’t wait to hold your hard penis in my hand?”
“Don’t call it that,” he said.
“What?”
“Penis. It sounds too . . . fifth-grade sex-ed.”
“What should I call it?”
“Dick.”
She shook her head. She didn’t like that word much.
“How about cock?”
“Okay,” she said. “Can I grab your hard cock now?” It felt strange to say the word. Strange and liberating. “I want your cock in my hand. In my . . . vagina.”
“Pussy. You want my hard cock deep in your pussy.”
She stepped it up a notch. “In my cunt.” Her face was flaming. Every inch of her on fire with excitement. Who knew being bad could feel so damned good?
He groaned. It was the only encouragement she needed.
Toni unfastened the button at his waist and then jerked the rest of his buttons open and reached in his open fly to free his cock. She held it loosely in both hands and stroked its length reverently.
“Oh. You’re so hard.” She tightened her grip and stroked him again.
He sucked a breath through his teeth.
She looked up at his face. He had one eye closed and his mouth open. She couldn’t tell if she was hurting him or annoying him or if he liked it.
“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. “Show me.”
“You’re doing it perfectly,” he said. “I need you to stop, though, because I’m about to come. I’m not sure what it is about you that gets me so worked up so quickly. But just hearing you say the word cunt has me ready to nut all over your pretty face.”
She smiled. Her ability to excite him so thoroughly gave her an odd sense of empowerment. “Will you show me how to put the condom on you? I want you inside me now.” She paused and looked up at him uncertainly. “If that’s okay.”
“It’s definitely okay.”
He showed her how to tear open the package, slip the condom over his cockhead, pinch a reservoir at the tip, and unroll it down his shaft. When she had it in place, she looked up at him for approval.
“How was that?”
“You got the job done,” he said.
“Next time,” she said, “I’ll do it sexier.”
He practically tackled her to the bench seat. She tensed when she felt his cock probe her opening. Would it hurt again? Mentally, she knew it wasn’t supposed to hurt after that first time, but physically, her body remembered what if felt like for her tender tissues to give way to his hard flesh. He slid into her slowly, backing off several times and claiming her deeper with each forward thrust.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked.
“Doing what?”
“In and out like that.”
“I’m using your lubrication to make this easier, honey. If I just ram it in, it’ll hurt you.” He stroked her hair gently. “I want it to feel good for you this time.”
“It felt pretty good the first time,” she said.
He kissed her gently. “I know you’re lying. I hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you again. Unless you want to get a little rough. Do you like it rough?”
Rough? She wasn’t sure if she’d like rough, but how would she know unless she tried it? “Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll have to try it and see.”