He paused, reached out to grab my slippery clit between the knuckles of his fore and middle fingers, and clamped down hard. My head flew back against the seat as he continued talking, his voice drowning out the minute sounds I tamped down as I rode out my orgasm. I kept my eyes open and on his as they seared me with a promise, a dirty implied oath to fuck me later with his tongue, teeth, and hands but maybe not his cock because I didn’t deserve it after this morning.
