“Um… I’m sorry you found my vibrator?”
“No. I mean, why haven’t we used it?”
“We?”
“Yes, we. I don’t mind a little assistance if it means getting you off a little faster and harder.”
“Really? That’s not some weird blow to your ego or something?”
“Pfft,” he scoffs. “Sweetheart, I have no trouble getting you off all on my own, so no. Ego is fully intact.”
My eyes dance between his and the toy in his hand as he palms the spot between my legs once again causing my hips to roll against him with need.
“One day, you’re going to show me exactly how you like to use this on yourself. But tonight, I’m going to give it a try.”
Swiftly and without hesitation, he rips my pantyhose and pushes my underwear to the side, his long fingers gliding against my clit.
My head drops to his shoulder as I ball my fists, eager and impatient to grasp something, anything.
“So perfect, sweetheart.” His fingers continue swiping, rolling, teasing.
My body warms from his unwavering attention and constant praise, and a shiver rolls through me when the buzz of my vibrator fills his G-Wagon. Zanders places it on my swollen clit, and I can’t help but cry out, my body writhing in his lap.
“Let me see you,” he coos, his lips to my ears.
I lift my head, back arching. Zanders uses his free hand to move my curls out of the way as the vibration of my favorite toy continues to destroy my sensitive nerves.
“God,” he breathes out. “You should see yourself, Vee. Fucking unreal.”
I push into the toy, wanting more, but also frustrated that my hands are tied up, and I can’t make him feel as good as he’s making me.
Suddenly one of his long, tatted fingers slips inside of me, curling forward, as my body tenses from the sensation. He feels divine as always, maybe even more so, but not having any control of what I can grab onto is driving me mad. I’m at the edge. My skin burns with the building pressure, my belly stirring with warmth, and when he plunges a second finger inside of me, keeping the vibrator pushed against my clit, that’s when I lose it.
Right there in his Benz, I fall apart, having absolutely no control of my body.
Falling forward, my chest heaves against his as he pulls his fingers out. They’re coated in my arousal, and as always, he tastes what’s left of me on his hand.
Without wasting a second, he tosses my vibrator onto the passenger seat. Unfastening his belt and zipper, he pulls out his smooth and thick erection, stroking it in his fist.
His hooded, lazy eyes trail every inch of me as he wets his lips with his tongue, continuing to touch himself and allowing me to come off my high.
As my breathing slows and steadies, I push off my knees, hovering over him. My mouth finds his as he slides his cock against my folds, giving me a warning of what’s to come. I don’t have control over much right now, with my hands tied up, but I have control over this.
Dropping my weight, I sink onto him, filling myself completely.
He whimpers at the sensation.
Our mouths gape against one another as we both adjust to the fullness. After a moment, I roll my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis, needing the friction.
“Fucking hell, how do you feel this good?” His head falls back.
I can’t get over seeing him this way. Mine. I’ve never had the confidence to claim something so perfect, so craved. But with him, I feel conceited as hell, knowing I’m the only one who gets to have him.
Rough hands grab my hips, moving me up and down at his needed tempo.
My body is buzzing at the brink of another orgasm, and the lack of control over anything is equally frustrating as it is freeing.
“You’re doing so good, Vee. So good.”
I’m doing absolutely none of the work here, but the constant praise does the trick as it always does, and the raspy desperation of his voice has my entire body hot.
“Yes.” His chest heaves against mine. “Come all over me, baby.”
Calloused fingertips skim the delicate skin of my throat as his palm circles the base, choking me.
He rocks me a few more times, one commanding hand on my waist, and the combination of his perfect size and the continual compliments has me coming around him. I try to pull my arms in, needing to hold on to something, but it’s no use. My body falls apart once again.
As my cries echo around the car, Zanders’ stomach tightens, his thrusts getting sloppy. A deep groan escapes him, followed by a gravelly fuck, as he spills into me, pulling my lips to his as he does.