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“I am your perfect girl. I only get wet for you. It’s all for you,” she breathes, as she arches her back, my fingers slipping further into her wet heat.

As I slide my finger through her folds, making sure to spread her juices all over my digit, I lightly circle her clit, putting just the right amount of pressure on her sensitive nub. A soft moan vibrates through her as I rub against her hard nub, giving her just enough of what she needs.

“Fuck,” she mutters, arching her back further as I continue pressing kisses all over her skin, nibbling and sucking enough on her neck that she’s sure to have my marks on her skin tomorrow.

Her back arches as I slowly press a finger into her wet hole, groaning as I feel how fucking tight she still feels. The urge to reach down and palm my cock grows, but if I do that, I’ll never last, and even though I know I can have her as much as I want, I still like to enjoy the feeling of her cunt squeezing my dick as it milks me dry.

“More,” she cries as my finger stills once it’s all the way in.

Her hips buck, her way of forcing me to move, but she doesn’t get to be in charge. I take my hand off her hip and press it hard onto her lower back, pinning her to the car.

“Angel, that’s not being a good girl, is it?” I tut, her eyes blaze fire at me, but she doesn’t say anything. “You have to ask, not take.”

“Please,” she mumbles, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Please, what?”

“I need more. More fingers. Then…fuck me hard, please,” she replies, her voice breathy, and so incredibly sexy.

“Good girl,” I reply, as I add a second finger.

Her moan echoes in the moonlight, and that’s enough for me to start moving my fingers. I press them in and out, speeding up with each thrust.

Her pussy seems to get wetter with each movement, her tight walls clamping around my digits in the most delicious way.

Her body tightens, her breathing picking up as her cries of pleasure get louder. She’s chasing her orgasm, but I have no intention of letting her fall apart without me.

I suck on her neck, making sure to leave my mark as I drown in her pleasure. Her soft moans have my cock practically bursting through my zip. As her pussy begins to tighten more, and I start to recognise the signs she’s reaching her peak, I quickly pull my fingers out.

“Motherfucker,” she shouts, fixing me with a glare that really emphasises the phrase ‘if looks could kill’, I’d already be dead.

As she shoots daggers my way, I give her my best cocky smirk as I slowly bring my fingers to my lips. With slow, precise movements, I keep my eyes locked on hers as I drag my tongue over my digits. Her juices have soaked my skin, and I take my time making sure to lap up every last drop.

Even though she’s pissed I denied her orgasm, her eyes flare with fire as she watches me devour her juices from my fingers. Her taste makes me moan. “The best dessert in the world,” I mutter, as she rolls her eyes at me.

With the hand I’m not devouring, I spank her ass again, reminding her she’s not allowed to roll her eyes at me. She smirks, and I know she’s about to challenge me in a way that will drive me insane.

“If you like it so much, you could always dine in, instead of grabbing takeout.”

I can’t help but chuckle as her eyes sparkle with mischief. She’s trying to provoke me into giving her an orgasm, and I haveto admit, for a moment, it’s close to working.Why wouldn’t I want to taste her directly from the source?

“Nice try, Angel. But I want to feel you fall apart on my cock,” I reply, and my dick twitches inside my jeans at the mention of it.

“Nothing’s stopping you,” she sings, as she twerks her ass towards me.

My palm twitches with the urge to spank her again, but then I remember she’s supposed to be home already. The last thing I need is her mum going crazy on our last night.

I’m going to have all the time in the world to fuck her every way we can dream up when we move in together. We will christen every room in the apartment, every surface, every wall, every floor.

In fact, it’s a good thing we have three weeks before university starts, as I don’t plan on letting her leave the house the whole time.

“Is that what you want, Angel? My cock in your pussy?” I ask, as I unfasten my jeans.

Her eyes watch my movements, the grey colour darkening as I lower my zip. She pulls her lip between her teeth, and it takes all my willpower not to pull her lip out myself.

She nods her head in response, but when she sees me shaking mine in disapproval, she knows what I’m waiting for. Her gaze never wavers as she watches every movement my hands make. As I open the button of my jeans, before pulling them down around my thighs. The way my cock strains to get free from my black boxers as I palm myself.

As I lower the waistband of the boxers, my cock springs free, bouncing against my lower abs before standing to attention. I’m hard as a rock, so swollen the head looks purple and angry, with beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. A murmur of appreciation slips from Tee’s lips, and something akin to pride makes my chest swell.