Page 86 of Theirs for the Holidays

“You haven’t seen me at my best yet either.” I wink at her, and she flushes even darker.

There’s something so cute about how she can go from spreading her legs and tempting me to touch her to blushing over a comment like that.

I press two fingers into her carefully, going slow to avoid hurting her more. Judging by the little sighs and moans of pleasure she’s giving off, it must be working.

“Mm, Sawyer,” she moans, and my cock twitches in my pants.

It’s fully hard by now, straining against the clothes keeping it in check, but I’m more focused on Violet and her pleasure than anything else.

“Are you getting close?” I ask. “Are you gonna come for me, right here on the highway?”

Her eyes go a bit wide, like she somehow forgot that we’re in my truck, heading back to Sweetwater Lake. I laugh, thrusting into her a bit deeper. “That’s right, pretty girl. There are a hundred other people around us, and anyone could look over and see you looking blissed out because I’ve got my fingers in you.”

“Sawyer,” she whines, but I’m not fooled. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, so I know she’s into it. She whimpers, spreading her legs as far as she can given the constraints of the car seat. I keep my fingers moving, stroking her over and over, letting her wetness slick the way and make it feel even better.

Her breathing stutters, and the cab of the truck is filled with the sounds that prove she’s about to come undone for me. Her hips shift, trying to get me right where she wants me, but I chuckle, not letting her win that easily.

“Not yet, baby. I’m not ready for you to come just yet. I’m having too much fun playing with your pretty little pussy.”

“Sawyer,” she groans. “You’re being mean.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

I can feel the flutters in her pussy as she gets closer to that edge, so I back off, letting my fingers thrust more shallowly, barely giving her what she needs.

Her breathing is jagged and rough, and she glares at me. “Please.I need it, I’m so close.”

“I know. I can feel it. I can feel how much you want it. You think I should give it to you?”

Violet nods intently.

“Mm, let me think about it.”

I go back to my earlier pace, working her up all over again. And then just like before, when she gets too close, I pull away, leaving her panting in frustration.

Watching her squirm is amusing, and my cock is throbbing with approval at the desperate sounds she’s making.

There’s something about doing this in my truck that makes it even hotter, and that makes me want to draw it out even more.

“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come. Please let me come for you.”

The ‘for you’ almost bowls me over right then and there. It’s just the two of us here, so she really would be coming just for me.

While this is happening, the snow starts falling harder. Visibility is low, and I know for a fact that it won’t be safe to drive for much longer. The exit sign we pass shows that we’ve reached the edge of Sweetwater Lake, and I pull off to the side of the road, not wanting to risk crashing while I work Violet up.

She doesn’t even notice. She’s too busy humping against my hand, trying to get more and more stimulation.

I play with her clit, rubbing it in teasing circles for a while before deciding to finally give her what she so desperately wants.

She grabs on to my forearm, bucking her hips, and I grind my hand against her, pressing fingers back into her pussy, this time not pulling away when I feel her start to come.

“Thank you,” she practically sobs, crying out as she arches and writhes against the seat.

“Come for me, baby,” I tell her, talking her through it. “Let me see how fucking pretty you are when you’re falling apart.”

She clenches hard, riding out the waves of pleasure that seem to keep dragging her under. Her breathing is ragged, and she looks so fucking beautiful, all flushed and sated in the passenger seat.

It takes her a few minutes to come back to herself, and she lets me go to push her hair back out of her face.