"You won't choke me when you come out, right?" She smiles, what a tease.
"Stop it," I warn her. "That's a bad habit I can't seem to get rid of, and your neck looks pretty with my hand around it anyways," I smirk and she rolls her eyes.
"It's okay, I...
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⋆Landon Kate ⋆
Her hands wouldn't stop fidgeting with her dress, it came to the point where her panties were showing but she wasn't looking down because she wasn't in the right mindset to be checking herself.
Her clothes were still a little damp as she's been wet by the assholes at the pool.
"Pull your fucking dress down Montana," I order her and she looks back at me, her cheeks red but she wasn't crying anymore. She peers down at her dress but doesn't do what I say.
"No," she stubbornly says and scrunches up her little nose at me.
"I won't tell you again!" I warn, my eyes couldn't stay away from her thighs, I didn't need a distraction in the middle of the road. "Do you want me to stop this car right now?"
"Don't look at me then!" She shouts, her little attitude back at it again. She pulls her legs up to sit like she's depressed, now doing me even dirtier. Her ass was completely out and I couldn't control my fucking hormones I had to stop the car or I'd get us in an accident.
Pulling up to a gas station I park the car and take off my seatbelt to rest my head against the headrest and sigh out, with my eyes closed.
When I opened them and looked over at her she was staring at my pants, yes the part where my dick was suffocating from how hard it had gotten.
"What are you looking at?" I scoff, she's the reason this is happening to me. I bring my hands down to take my belt off and unzip my pants so my dick could have a little bit of room to breathe for fuck's sake.
"What are you doing?" She leans over, still looking down curiously.
What the fuck!
"I-"
"Let me see." She leans even closer, her eyes pleading with me.
"Montana, do you know what the fuck you're asking for?" I scoff again and she frowns at me, her tiny hands grabbing the zipper and unzipping further.
"I wanna see," she pouts, so innocent. Too innocent to be ruined by me right now.
"Montana stop!" I breathe out, my chest rising and falling heavily. My hand gripping the bar at the top of the door so hard I was scared I'd rip it out. My other hand on the arm rest shaking and balling up.
"Why?" She asks like a little kid, no this is messed up. I'm not ruining her.
"I don't want you to see it." I shake my head from side to side as I avoid eye contact with her. I would fold the moment I looked at her baby face.
she pulls back, her dress still up to her hips and her face pouty, fuckkkkk. She grabs my hand and pulls it to touch her thighs, I almost explode just by the slightest touch. She's soft and desirable...her body is.
"I'll let you see if you let me see." She tilts her head to the side and smiles like an innocent angel.
I'm tempted, very very tempted. But this could be a trap for all I knew, she could be drunk even.
She wouldn't do this just casually, she's an innocent girl.
I squeeze her thigh hard enough for her to wince in pain. "If you weren't as innocent as you are I would show you, I'm not ruining your pink little fairytale fantasies." I slide my hand off her and try to pull it back but she grabs it again.
"I'm not a child, Landon. I know what I want!" She doesn't seem drunk to me from what I can tell, she's very damn serious but I don't know what the fuck to do.
"What is it that you want then, Pink?" I spit out the nickname like it's something nasty and she frowns, clearly upset by my behavior.
With a swing of her leg, she held onto my shoulders and straddled my lap, my eyebrows shoot up at the unexpected move and my hands immediately go to touch her but she swats my hand earning a growl and a glare from me.
She grabs my wrists and lifts them up above my head.
"Hold your hands here, don't move them." She orders and I grab the headrest, watching and observing every move she makes after that.
I'm not forcing her, but I am going to take anything she gives because I'm fucking desperate.
Her hands slide down my chest, slowly reaching the button of my pants and unbuttoning it before unzipping them further down.
My stomach flutters and I'm forced to take in a deep and shaky breath before cursing under my breath. "What are you doing, Pink?" I growl and tighten my grip on the headrest to the point where the leather starts squeaking.
"I don't know,...I just want to see." She shrugs and I sigh in disappointment, I grab her waist and try to pull her off me but she whines grabbing my shirt in her fists.
"Montana if you're not going to do anything about it then you're not seeing it!"
"What do you want me to do about it?" She asks unexpectedly, making my hands tighten on her waist.
I gulp... "Nothing." I'm not going to- I don't want to!
"Please," She pleads and grinds on me.
"Fuck- stop that. You don't mean that! You're too innocent to know or want to do stuff because you're a scared little girl so just get the fuck off me." I suggest my hands still on her waist. Her lips turned pouty again and she pushed my chest before moving back in her seat.
Putting on her seatbelt she crossed her arms and looked away from me.
"That's what I though," I said above a whisper before turning the engine back on and getting the car back on the road. I need to take her to her damn house and get the fuck away from her or I'll die if I stay with her for a little bit longer.
