Page 114 of Ravage God

“Baby, answer me. Are you wet?”

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

“That’s okay,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. All the while, his hand never stopped working me over through my leggings. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Sh-Show you?”

“Yes, baby. Show me. Take off your pants. And your panties. I want you bare from the waist down. I want to see how easy it would be for me to slip my finger inside your tight little cunt. I want to know how well it will take me fucking it like this while I drive us home.”

“Elio,” I whined.

“Is that a no, baby?”

It was notnota no.

How the hell was I supposed to do this?

“Up to you. You can do as I ask, and I’ll play with this pussy until it’s weeping for joy, or you can wait until we get home, and I’ll edge you.”

“Edge me? How cruel.”

He laughed harder. “Make your decision, baby. We’re almost home?—”

I pulled my pants and panties down until they got stuck around my shoes. My face reddened as I clumsily tried to take everything off until it all lay in a messy heap on the footwell.

“Hell,” Elio muttered. “Bend your legs and rest your feet on the seat.”

I did as he asked, cold air teasing my drenched lips as I did so, exposing myself even more.

Oh hell.

Elio cupped me and groaned. “Just as I suspected. You’re fucking wet for me.”

He slipped two fingers inside me without warning, and I gasped, my hips jerking upward into his touch. The car swerved slightly before Elio corrected it, his jaw clenched tight as hedivided his attention between the road and my body. I didn’t care much about that. I just wanted more of him.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that turned my insides into nothing more than a quivering mess. “Unless you want us to crash.”

I whimpered as he quickened the pace of his fingers. Hell.

“You like this, don’t you?” The strain in his voice was obvious. He wasn’t unaffected by me at all. Not even a little bit. “Being exposed like this. Vulnerable. Just for me. You’re such a good girl for me. Fuck, just look at how you’re sucking me in. My good little whore. Say it, baby. Say you’re my good little whore, and I’ll let you come.”

I bit my lip and nodded. “I’m your good little whore.”

I could be anything for him. Anything at all, as long as he kept touching me like this. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My thighs trembled with the effort of not moving, the muscles tightening from my position.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise washing over me like warm honey. “Such a good girl for me.”

God, the things I would do for his praise.

His thumb circled my clit as his fingers continued their relentless assault, and I could feel myself climbing toward release embarrassingly fast. My grip tightened on the seatbelt as I felt myself climbing higher and higher and…

He slapped my pussy two more times. Water squirted out of me, and I just exploded.

I screamed in the car as I came, my eyes falling shut as I took in the sensation.

Tears streamed down the sides of my face. It was too much. Just too much.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard the seat belt unfasten. Then my shirt was being pulled up and off me. My bra came offnext, just as I opened my eyes. I was naked, and we were parked inside his garage. When did we arrive?