Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Atticus ~77~

WARNING: Car sex, oral sex (male receiving), self-pleasure, ruined orgasm, praise, and hair pulling.

Once we were in the car, she sat with an uncomfortable sigh. I placed my hand on her thigh, feeling how warm it was even through the fabric of her dress. I drive carefully to the ice cream parlor, enjoying how squirmish she is at the moment.

"Spread your legs and take off your panties." I order, making her tense slightly before spreading her legs and taking her panties off, I open my palm for her to give them to me. Once she does, I put them on the mirror in the car, watching them hang there proudly.

I dig the vibrator out of my pocket and hand it to her before I open the little glove box, take out the disinfectant wipes and hand them to her.

"Wipe it down then play with yourself. You will not come until I permit you to do so. Do you understand?" I say slowly, watching her wipe the vibrator with her lip between her teeth. She doesn't respond, making me rest my hand on her thigh again, squeezing it. "Answer or your punishment will be worse."

"Yes, I understand." She whispers, fondling the vibrator in her hand. I park in the dark parking lot of the ice cream parlor, turning the car off and turning to look at her. I grab the remote from my pocket and turn the vibrator on, making her jump slightly.

She spreads her thighs with an embarrassed look on her face, and her eyes remain on the toy, refusing to look at me. I do not tolerate this. Reaching my hand out, I grab her face and turn her face to look at me, wanting to see her face as she played with herself.

"Go on, put the vibrator on that little clit, and play with yourself. I won't ask again." I order lowly, watching as she tucks her lip between her teeth again and moves the toy down, hiking up her dress with her free hand to have better access. The second she places the vibrator against her clit, a low moan resonates from her throat, the sound like one I've only heard in my daydreams. I curse lowly, tightening my grip on her face.

Some of her mascara was smudged from our act in the restaurant. She looked so fuckable. I wanted to see her mascara run with tears of pleasure. I wanted her to choke and cry around my cock but refuse to let up.

Perhaps dreams do come true.

I let go of her face and take the vibrator from her hand into mine, pressing it against her clit and rubbing circles on it. She lets out another moan, a whine following behind it. I coat the toy in her wetness and slip it into her, making her gasp. Her hands fist into the fabric of her dress, pulling and pushing it whilst her hips squirmed and bucked in pleasure. Her eyes were shut and her lips parted, desperately hoping for her orgasm.

"Lean over... You're gonna be a good girl for me and suck my cock, won't you, pretty?" I smirk, watching as she completely submits to the pleasure. She nods rapidly, panting softly. I adjusted the vibrations to a pulse, making sure the pauses were long enough to slowly make her peak disappear. I place my hand on her face and pull her closer, my lips grazing hers. "Come on, let me see how good of a girl you can be."

She blinks at me slowly before swallowing and adjusting herself in her seat to lean over. She unbuckles my belt with shaky hands and unbuttons my pants before trying to tug my pants off. I chuckle softly and lift my hips to help her. She removes my pants along with my underwear, wrapping her soft hand around me. I exhale slowly, clenching my jaw when she squeezes slightly.

She lowers herself and licks the tip, making me throw my head back. I lay the seat down a little to allow her more space. She licks and kisses the slit, looking up at me through her eyelashes. I place my hand on her head, threading my fingers through her hair. Her soft locks against my calloused fingers only fueled the fire.