“I’m going to bring you right to the edge,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Then I’m going to stop, and you’re going to get on your knees. You’re not allowed to come yet.”

I wanted it so badly I could have cried.

“Don’t stop…” My voice was heavy with need. “Please…please…”

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips. “Open,” he said. “Use your tongue and get me clean, filthy girl.”

I did as he ordered, cleaning my arousal off his fingers as my pussy throbbed with the want for more. He wrapped my long hair around his fist and pulled me up, gripping it as he guided me to my knees. “You know I like you desperate…waiting…needing more. Needing me.”

“I need you,” I whispered the words as I gazed up at him, nuzzling my face into his groin. I could feel his hard length through the cloth, and I closed my mouth over the bulge as if I could tear through the fabric to get to him. “Let me worship your cock, Master. Please.”

He zipped his jumpsuit down further, leaning back against the Mustang’s grill as I massaged my hand over him, over the black fabric of his briefs between us. He pulled them down, and I leaned close, taking him in my hand and spitting on the head of his cock. I used my saliva to make my hand slick, stroking him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure.

“Squeeze a little more,” he said, his voice husky. “That’s it, just like that…”

I kept my face close, inhaling his musky scent before I took him into my mouth. I bobbed my head on him, savoring him, humming as the taste of him filled my head. I was so turned on that any whisper of a breeze over my skin felt overstimulating, my every nerve so sensitive. Manson still held my hair, guiding my head, his hold tightening when he groaned.

“Fuck, Jess…your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I loved to watch the pleasure on his face. His half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenching and then relaxing as he leaned his head back. Framed by the Mustang’s shining chrome and bright paint, he looked unbearably sexy, too good to keep my hands off of. While my mouth pleased his cock, my hands moved over his thighs, my nails leaving teasing scratches on his skin.

After several minutes, he hissed softly and tightened his hold, pulling my mouth off him. I strained toward him, wanting the taste of him in my mouth, but he gave my head a little shake and said, “On your hands and knees, now. Get your face against the ground.”