While Phei’s tongue traced wet patterns across the tops of her breasts, his fingers returned to her clit — this time with two fingers flanked the swollen bud and squeezed it gently between them in a slow, rhythmic pulse that made her entire body jolt.

The moment her moans grew higher, more desperate, the moment her pussy started clenching rhythmically around nothing and fresh slick poured over his fingers, he stopped. Completely. He simply rested two fingers against her entrance, applying the lightest pressure, letting her feel how close she was without giving her a single inch more.

Her hips bucked instinctively, trying to fuck herself onto his fingers, but he only chuckled darkly against her cleavage and held her still with the hand gripping her ass before he pulled his hands free completely.

When Maddie finally pulled away, it was not because she wanted to.

It was because breathing, tragically, remained necessary.

Their lips parted with a wet, obscene sound, a thin strand of saliva stretching between them before it snapped. Her chest heaved, the flushed tops of her breasts rising and falling rapidly, glistening from his kisses and licks.

Her neck bore the faint red evidence of his sucking and biting, and the scent of her leaking arousal hung thick and sweet in the confined space of the cabin.

Phei’s own lips were swollen, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his pants from her relentless grinding and stroking he kissed her deeper.

Their lips separated by the thinnest bridge of warmth before even that broke, and for a second she stayed close, forehead nearly touching his, breath uneven, eyes bright with victorious hunger. Phei looked up at her, his own breathing less composed than he would have preferred, which was deeply inconvenient because Maddie noticed everything and made mercy an endangered species.

She had felt the exact moment his pulse had abandoned its dignity, and the slow curl of her mouth promised she intended to be merciless about the discovery.

He blinked once, then glanced around the cabin with theatrical regret.

"So," he said, voice low and rough around the edges, "you are not going to let me admire the car, are you?"

Maddie’s smile spread slowly.

Beautiful.

Wicked.

Expensive.

"I believe that is not what brought us inside."

"That is exactly—"

She caught his face again before he could finish, her fingers pressing lightly against his cheeks, forcing his attention back to her with shameless authority. But her other hand didn’t stop its wicked work — it rubbed and squeezed his thick cock through the fabric, feeling the wet spot where his arousal leaked and grew.

As she leaned in, her soaked pussy dragged more firmly along his length, the slick heat of her leaking cunt making the friction almost unbearable.

"How about this," she whispered, and let the words travel the last warm inch to his mouth before finishing them. "I buy it for you if you can just keep quiet and fuck me?"

Phei’s eyes widened.

Fake widened.

Offensively fake, really and exaggerated innocence that should have been illegal around women who knew him too well.

But even as he played the part, his hands were far from innocent. One slid up under her dress again, boldly pushing aside the thin barrier of her panties to stroke two fingers through the slick, puffy folds of her pussy.

He found her clit with unerring accuracy and circled it with slow, firm pressure as his other hand squeezed her ass, spreading her slightly so he could feel more of her scorching heat. His cock throbbed violently against her, leaking more as he teased her entrance with the tip of one finger, not pushing in yet — just circling, feeling her clench and leak fresh arousal onto his hand.

This time, Phei did not simply tease. He orchestrated.

He brought her to the edge with terrifying efficiency. Two fingers worked her clit in tight, perfect circles while his thumb occasionally brushed the sensitive underside, reading every flutter of her walls, every hitch in her breath.

When her thighs started shaking and her moans turned into broken little gasps against his mouth, he slowed the circles to a torturous crawl, then stopped completely — just pressed the pads of his fingers flat against her clit and held them there, denying her the friction she craved.

Maddie whined, a high, desperate sound, and tried to grind down harder, but his grip on her ass was iron.

He only smiled against her neck and licked another slow stripe up to her ear.

"Keep quiet and take you?" he repeated, voice husky and dark with sin. He leaned in to lick another slow, wet stripe up her neck, ending with a soft bite on her earlobe that made her gasp and rock harder against him.

"Not yet, Maddie. You’re going to stay right here on the edge for me. Feel that?" His fingers gave one single, slow stroke over her clit, then stopped again. "That’s how close you are. But you’re not going to cum until I decide you’ve earned it."

He started again — slower this time, building her up with devastating patience.

One finger finally slipped inside her wet pussy— just the tip at first then the first knuckle, then deeper, sinking into heat so tight and scalding it felt like sliding into something so hot.

Her inner walls clenched instantly, greedy and velvet-soft and rippled around the intrusion of his finger in a desperate, fluttering squeeze that tried to suck him deeper. Hot arousal of her love juice flooded around his finger the second he breached her, thick and slippery, coating him completely as her pussy fluttered and pulsed like a living thing trying to milk him.

He curled the finger upward, pressing firmly into that perfect spongy spot, stroking it in slow, deliberate circles while her walls spasmed and clutched at him, dripping more of her juices down his wrist in long, sticky trails.

Her pussy was soaking; ridiculously soft and hot—every ridge and fold gripping him with wet, needy pressure, the kind of grip that made his cock throb in jealousy.

When her walls began to flutter harder and her breathing turned ragged, he withdrew the finger completely—dragging it out slowly so she felt every inch of that empty, aching stretch—and went back to lazy circles around her clit, never quite touching it directly anymore.

Just circling. Just enough to keep her shaking and desperate, her empty pussy still twitching and leaking in hard, helpless pulses, walls clenching so tight they almost ached, every muscle in her thighs and stomach drawn rigid with unbearable tension while she whined for him to push that finger back inside her and stroke that perfect spot again.

"Maddie, darling... for a car like this... and a woman like you dripping all over my fingers..." He pressed a single, feather-light kiss to the mark he’d left on her neck. "I might just rob the whole fucking dealership if it means I get to keep you like this — trembling, soaking wet, and begging without saying a single word."

His finger slid into deeper parts of her pussy this time and added another one; two fingers now, scissoring gently to stretch her while his thumb finally — finally — gave her clit one firm, perfect stroke.

Her whole body jolted.

He felt her start to tip over the edge and immediately went still again, fingers buried deep but motionless, letting her clench and flutter around them without giving her the last bit of friction she needed.

"But I have a feeling you’re going to be the one taking me," he finished, voice low and velvet-rough. "After you learn how to be good and wait."

Maddie’s eyes blazed, glassy with frustration and lust.

She rolled her hips again, deliberately, slutty, coating his fingers and the front of his pants with her leaking arousal as she whispered against his mouth, voice thick with lust and something dangerously close to a plea.

"Then shut up and let me."

Phei only smiled — slow, wicked, and entirely in control — and gave her clit one last, barely-there stroke before pulling his hand away completely, leaving her empty and throbbing. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips and licked them clean while holding her gaze, tasting her on his tongue.

"Not yet," he murmured, pressing the words against her swollen mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. "But soon, Maddie. Very soon."

The purple lights of the Sovereign bathed them in sinful glow, the leather creaking softly beneath their movements, the world outside forgotten as the elegant robbery of the night continued — not of money or metal, but of breath, control, and every last shred of composure they pretended to possess.

And in the heart of that luxurious cage, Phei had already begun collecting his first payment... one denied orgasm at a time.