54.

ENZO DE-LUCA.
“I want to fuck you, bunny, I really do want to,” I groaned as I stared into her needy eyes, her pupils dilated with pleasure and her lips parted as her mouth opened.
“I don’t think I’ve ever want to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck you,” I continued, knowing really well that the sound of my voice was driving her nuts.
Her chest heaved as I spoke and her breathing paced, the hand she was hinting the car handle with turned into an even stronger fist as her eyes pleaded for me to fuck her.
Her luscious lips called out to me and I could smell her, musky, enticing and drawing me in as though pulling me into some kind of deadly abyss.
Her body burned and I could tell that she yearned for me, she tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth save for breathless gasps.
I felt blood coursing through my veins like an awakened river, settling in my cock and getting me harder than I had intended to be.
If I’m going to make it back home then I have to distract myself. I have to act like the sight of her being so needy and so fucking desperate doesn’t turn me the fuck on.
Like the sight doesn’t make me feel like reckoning the seat and fucking her brains out until it’s all hazy to her.
“But I have an entire night planned and giving in to your lusty desires would only ruin all that I’d planned.” I confessed as I pulled the car out of the parking lot, intentionally hitting a pothole.
“Argh!” She groaned, her heartbeat skyrocketed and I could tell because the pace at which her breathing was and the way her chest heaved intensified.
The physical awareness of how wet she was beneath her dress was maddening, the way she stared at me threatened to push me over the edge and it took all the willpower that I had in me to look away from her.
‘Why are you doing this to yourself, Enzo?’ I asked myself as my cock throbbed, the invisible web of attraction building between us was rendering me helpless.
I wanted to kiss her, knowing that her body was betraying her, knowing how hard she was fighting to keep her sanity and not cum until I asked her to cum was thrilling.
Ahh. I didn’t think this was going to be both fun and excruciating.
My cock twitched even harder and I couldn’t help but stroke it, trying to force it into submission but nothing I did worked.
“Enzo,” her voice, my name rolling off the tip of her tongue, jolted me out of my thoughts but that was bad for me, really bad because now I want her to call my name again.
I do not only want to hear her call it, I want to hear her scream it while begging for me to stop.
My cock prickled pleasurably, looking forward to destroying her tight, little, slutty cunt. My goodness, I need to stop thinking about it if I actually want to last.
“What is it, Princess?” I asked, looking at her but not fully turning my head in her direction. Beads of sweats had formed on her forehead and she was breathing in restrained gasps.
“I-” she paused to draw in a sharp breath as she grabbed onto the car handle even harder, “I really can’t-” she screamed, squirming as her eyes rolled.
Watching her from my peripheral vision was overwhelming, the prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable and it’s only thirty minutes before we got to the restaurant.
I intend on making her suffer there before driving all the way back home but at this point, Maeve isn’t the only one suffering.
She’s dragging me down with her.
Sighing, I extended my right hand, my focus still on the road as I showed her my fingers, knowing fully well that she wanted those fingers inside her.
“You can.” I assured her, I had my left hand on the wheel, and my right hand on her thigh. Nothing overly sexual even though it was killing me and my cock felt like it was going to tear through my pants.
The fabric of her dress was thin. Very thin. I’m sure if one should put a light behind it, they’d be able to see a sexy silhouette of her body. I pulled her dress up so my hands could feel her skin. Soft. Warm and fucking Delicious.
The sun was going down and would set within the next hour or two. Her hand rested on top of mine as we drove, her eyes begging me to do all kinds of things to her.
“Aahhhh.” She groaned when I grabbed her thigh tighter than I was doing before. I watched from my peripheral vision as she released the car handle and bit on her finger to keep from screaming, I could tell that she was going crazy with the insane urge to orgasm.
Her legs shook and her hand grabbed on to mine, nails digging into my hand, her body was visibly shaking and if the car wasn’t cold I would have turned up the AC but it was chilling and Maeve was sweating.
“We’re here.” I announced after driving for an agonizing thirty minutes. Maeve looked up at me, her lower lip was trapped between her teeth as she whimpered.
Getting out of the car, I walked to the other side to open the car for her but she was set on not getting out. Her thighs were already pressed together and her mouth hung open.
There’s no way she could bear the torture any longer, she didn’t care whether or not people would see as one of her hand was already between those thighs while the other was grabbing her boobs.
Her body pleaded with me to give her a minute and as arousing as it would be to watch her masturbate right here and now, the last thing I wanted to give her was the satisfaction of cumming.
Maeve squeezed her boobs desperately, the action eliciting a moan out her parted lips, the light in her eyes dimmed as she squeezed her boobs even harder before burying her right hand further between her thighs.
Watching her do that to herself made my cock kick. I wanted to see how far she was willing to go to reach orgasm but not in a place like this.
I wanted it to be a place where she knows that all eyes would be on her if she did as little as let out a moan.
“You can do this now and risk getting punished,” I leaned into her, she shivered as she pushed her right hand further, “oh you can wait and have all the orgasm you deserve for being a good girl.” I added, smirking.
“I c-” her lips quivered as she tried to speak, “wa-lk.” She forced the words out and I straightened as I pulled away from her.
“You’ll just have to.” I said to her, extending my hand for her to take. She took her sweet time deciding if she should take my hand or not but she took it.
“Good girl.” I smiled as I helped her out of the car. Her legs felt too weak to be able to carry her but somehow, we made it through the parking lot and into the restaurant.
The waitress that attended to us and showed us to our table was nice but from the look she kept giving Maeve and I, I could tell that she was suspicious too.
After sitting for a while and skimming through the menu, I finally placed an order while Maeve’s teeth clattered and her hand shook so hard that she could barely hold the menu.
I knew conversing with her was a total waste of time, she couldn’t even hold her cutleries properly when the food finally came.
She was trying to read something on the napkin she’d been handed but even that wasn’t getting through to her and she was forced to drop it, revealing its content to me.
‘Are you okay, ma’am?’ I squinted to read what was written on it and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh and laughter when I read it.
I’ve read the waitress and could almost tell that she probably thought I’d kidnapped Maeve and was probably going to harm her.
“Hmm.” She moaned as she was unable to hold it in any longer, the waitress who was still waiting for her response stared at her with confusion.
Smiling to myself and leaving her to what she thinks is a discreet way of communicating, I watched Maeve’s sweaty face and instead of sweats, I wanted it to be my cum all over her face.
“She’s fine,” I said when the waitress wouldn’t leave, “she’s my girlfriend and since it appears that you care so much, I’ll have to tell you that there’s a vibrator inside her and that’s why she’s like this.” I explained.
“Ahh- Wh- I’m sorry,” the waitress looked visibly shocked at my response, “I’ll leave you two alone then.” Her cheeks had turned into a shade of deep red as she rushed away, leaving me alone with Maeve.
“Take off your panties,” I ordered her and her eyes widened at my request as she looked around, utterly embarrassed.
“It’s soaking wet by now, right?” I asked, “you don’t have to keep it on, take it off and give it to me.” I added, my eyes peering into her brown eyes.
Her lips parted to protest but I shook my head, indicating that I wasn’t interested in hearing her say anything that’s not ‘yes, Daddy.’
“Yes, Daddy.” She responded, understanding my gesture. I watched as she moved on her seat, trying her best to take off her panties.
She was finally able to take it off, sliding the drenched flimsy piece of fabric to me under the table. Raising my hand, I signaled to our waitress whose cheeks were still flushed when she got to our table.
“We’re done here.” I told her and her eyes scanned the table, we’d barely touched our food. She nodded as she left with the food before coming back with everything carefully packed.
I settled the bill and we made our way to the car, I helped Maeve into the passenger’s seat before sliding into the driver’s seat.
“You’ve been a good girl, Maeve,” I started as I put the key in the ignition, “and I’m going to make sure you get rewarded.” I finished as I started the car.
“You made daddy very proud.”