Her brows furrow, and her mouth snaps shut. Her eyes focus on my dick once more, and her chest rises quickly, she’s battling her inner desire.
“I bet those thighs are squeezed tight as hell trying to stifle that wetness that wants to coat my cock, isn’t it?”
Slowly her eyes meet mine, they’re heavy and dazed with arousal. “Fuck you,” she whispers, but her voice doesn’t quite execute her insult like she wants it to. Her shirt slides down, almost showing me her nipple, and enough breast that it makes my cock jerk on its own in my palm.
I cum. I blow warm cum all over my hand, and my lower stomach.
Her eyes flick to my cock, and I can see her heart beating in her throat from here. My hand continues to milk my cock of every drop as her eyes remain locked on my hand’s every movement.
“I think I warned you about saying that to me.” Grabbing a nearby blanket, I wipe my hands and then the jizz off my cock and lower abs.
Shaking her head from inner turmoil, she turns.
“I cannot believe you just did that with me right here,” she huffs, lying back down. Her wall of relenting to my advances is back up. Shoving my cock back in my pants I hover over her, shoving her cuffed hands above her head.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like watching me fuck my hand. Your cunt is wet and aching for me to plow into it and we both know that’s the truth.”
“It’s not true.”
Letting go of her hands I fist the loose black slacks she got from Mildred, and her cuffed hands come down, immediately pushing against my hand to stop.
“Stop!”
“Tell me the truth, and I will. Tell me that you squeezed your thighs together so hard you’ll have bruises tomorrow. Otherwise I’m going to see for myself, see that you’re a dirty little liar. The way your eyes lit up as my cum spit over my knuckles, there’s no way you didn’t enjoy it, baby.”
“It got me hot.” Her words come stale, like I’m making her say them. I shift my knee, rubbing it along her pussy, and her eyes roll. The heat of her arousal radiating off her so thick, I can feel it through my jeans. I’d do anything to sink my throbbing dick into that pink pussy of hers. My pathetic jack off session doing nothing for blue balls.
I roll my knee against her once more, and a soft moan escapes her mouth, her hand tangling in her hair as she uses her feet to push her hot cunt onto my knee on her own accord.
Yeah, she wants me, and it’s only a matter of time before I come crashing through that wall of rejection.
I want nothing more than to rip her blouse apart and fuck her in the back of this van, but I can tell she is still battling with herself, and when I sink my dick into her, I’m not stopping because she’s having second thoughts.
My enlarged cock will have to be patient.
I rock against her, causing her face to scrunch in ecstasy.
Leaning my head down, her body still dry humping my knee I nibble her ear and she arches into me.
“I got all the confirmation I need,” I whisper into her ear, pulling my knee from her greedy pussy.
Her eyes pop open, her hands untangling from her hair.
“You’re such an asshole!” She kicks me off, and throws herself on her side, her back turned toward me.
“The only asshole who can give you an orgasm.” It’s the greatest feeling in the world to know I’m the only one who can give that to her. The only one who can tease her with it.
She growls in frustration, her hands raised in the air like she wants to strangle me. I’d give her something to strangle alright.
“As you just found out, I have a great remedy for that stress.” That’s a lie, masturbating makes it worse, I think.
“Shut up!” she yells, still facing away from me. Her tone not that cute angry that makes me smile, but the pissed version that tells me she’s fucking serious.
No matter how much I tease her, to try and show her she wants me and belongs to me… it may not be enough to win her trust, her respect. The two things that are most important to me.
Closing my eyes, I think about that, and how to rectify this situation.
***
A MOTORCYCLE ROARS BY, waking me. Stretching out, and glancing over, Jillian is still fast asleep. A sliver of sunlight peeks from underneath the curtain of the van window, splashing along her collarbone.
Fuck she’s beautiful.
I really screwed up with her.
It kills me not to see her goofy grin, where she shows that slight overbite, and the little wrinkles next to her eyes. I’m going out of my mind not being able to touch her, to own her or the moans spilling from her mouth. To be the cause of her body trembling and dying for her next breath.
I fear for her, ‘cause when she’s finally done being mad at me I may actually rip her in two with all the pent up possessive energy I’m harboring. I’m going to bury my cock so deep into that wetness, I won’t know where she begins and I end. My hip bones will bruise her thighs, and her arms won’t have the strength to hold her up. Most of all…she won’t stop smiling that goofy little grin when we’re done either.