Stick to the Plan

Ch.11: Delve Deeper🍊

She thrust in and out of me slowly, leaving me panting and whimpering and rolling my hips.

"Mmm, so wet already, honey?" She asked innocently as she filled me up with another finger. I gripped her wrist at this point, trying to tell her to go deeper. It felt so good to be filled by her delicate hand.

"Faster," I begged, holding on tight to her wrist.

"It's kinda hard with those on," Morgan grumbled, taking her hand out and pulling at my shorts. I slipped them and my swim suit bottoms off quickly, kicking them from around my ankles.

"Better." Morgan approved of this new development, sliding her hand back between my wet folds. I shuddered.

"Morgan," I moaned, taking hold of her wrist again, guiding her inside of me.

"It's so hot when you do that," Morgan said lowly. "When you moan my name while pushing me inside of you. When you try to take control even though you know I have all the power." She curled upwards, and my hips snapped off the seat.

"It's so hot when you fuck me while you're driving, but I need more," I whined, holding her wrist in a vice-like grip.

"You'll get more when I say you can have more, you little tease," Morgan said, all seriousness in her voice. I dreaded this. I needed relief bad. It was a mixture of the drugs and my overwhelming attraction to this girl.

"So you're punishing me?" I asked, shocking myself. When I tell you I'm usually the dominant one, I mean it. I'm usually the punisher. But having the roles reversed was more exciting than I wanted to admit.

"Yes," Morgan said simply, still going in and out at such a slow pace. I swear I was so close yet so far at the same time.

"I'll be good, just, please," I couldn't take this anymore. I felt myself clenching sporadically around those fingers.

"I don't believe you," Morgan husked, just barely grazing my g-spot. I closed my eyes in bliss as my walls fluttered. "But I do like to hear you beg. If you give me some more of that I just might give it to you."

"Please, Morgan," I whimpered, moving my hips back and forth, trying to create some much-needed friction.

"Not good enough," she replied.

I decided to kick it up a notch.

"Oh please, Morgan. Please fuck me hard with your fingers. I want to come all over them. I want you to feel me coming. Please, baby, I'm begging you. And I'm so close," I groaned. It was true. She might've been going at a slow pace but it was still a pace, and I was still massively turned on by her teasing.

I just didn't want to confess that.

"Mmm, you're such a good girl. Maybe your punishment can be lifted. Under one condition," Morgan said, still sliding her fingers in and out. I bit my lip hard in pleasure.

"I'll do anything," I breathed, my chest moving up and down rapidly. I was this close to taking one of my hardened nipples between my own fingers.

"You have to tell me who you belong to," Morgan demanded. She curled her fingers again, gently stroking my sweet spot. I wanted to cry out at her words and her movements. "I need to hear you say it."

"I'm all yours, baby. All yours. Take me. Fuck me like I know you want to," I was egging her on. "I know you wanna feel my juices cascading over your fingers. I know you wanna feel my legs shake as you make me come. So do it. Please," I added, not wanting to be punished any longer.

I guess my words were up to her satisfaction, because she started pumping in and out of me wildly, sometimes hitting my g-spot. She was fucking me as hard as she could considering the circumstances, and it was enough.