𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 80. ~~

"Don't bother. It's not going to work." She said before looking away.

He glanced at her and turned back to the road. He kept his hand on her thigh, he began to massage her thigh again. Slowly, he began to move higher, exposing her thigh more as he shifted the material of her dress away from her thigh. He heard her sucked in a breath when his hand get close to her inner thigh.

"Demmy... Stop it." She said slightly breathless. It was the opposite of what she wanted but she doesn't want to give him that satisfaction. She wants him to continue because she likes it. She loves his touch.

Demilade lips curved to a smirk at the sound of her voice. He loved it that she was reacting quickly to him. So he didn't answer her but kept massaging her thigh up and down.

Lola sucked in a breath as Demilade kept his slow caresses on her thigh. She find herself opening her legs slightly, giving him more access. It was getting more hard for her to control her moan. She don't know how she get to be affected so easily by his touch. The way his big slightly smooth hand move on her thigh was awaking some feelings in her. Her inner tingles, her stomach clenched, her heart beat faster and her sex was beginning to pool with her juice.

She doesn't want to let out any reaction because she was still angry at him. But the way he was glancing at her and the way he touches her, she can't help it. She can't get angry at him anymore. She was losing control and all sane thought seem to be fading off as her mind could only think about the pleasure his hand was giving her. She could feel her anger slip away and she wanted to kiss him hard saying he was forgiven. But she didn't. She remained quiet and tries to control herself from moaning.

Demilade hand moved up reaching her inner thigh and she tensed when his hand grazed her wetness through her pantie. She unconsciously arched toward his hand and Demilade smirked with his eyes still on the road. His fingers moved closer to her panties. Then he paused for a seconds when he realized what she was wearing. He bit the corner of his lips trying to suppress his laughter. He groaned lowly thinking about how crazy Lola was making him.

He used his thumb to rub her clitoris, stimulating them and he heard Lola moaned loudly. He guessed she wasn't able to hold it any longer and that made him smile in satisfaction.

He won.

So, he removed his hand from her thigh, place it back on the steering with his eyes on the road, pretending like nothing happened.

"Demilade..." Lola called looking at Demilade.

He replied with a sound, stopping at a red light. "What?"

"Why did you stop?"

That slight seconds he took his hand away, she missed the warmness of his hand and she looked stupid and embarrassed. She felt like a sex craved woman and that was all Demilade fault. He makes her feel that way when he wants to. He have the power to do so.

"I thought you didn't want it. You asked me not to bother." She felt like slapping his arrogance off his face. She knew he knows that was a lie. She was clearly reacting to his touch and he could tell that she don't want him to stop. He just wanted to punish her.

"Seriously? I hate you." She huffed looking away.

Demilade pulled her face to him and he crashed his lips on her. He kissed her for a while before he breaks the kiss and turn back on the road as the traffic light turn green.

"I'm sorry." He said without looking at her. His eyes were in the road. And Lola said nothing. Although she wasn't angry as before but she was still angry at him.

Her thoughts were silenced when he placed his hands back on her thigh and continued where he left. She watched him moved a hand expertly and in a perfect rhythm on her thigh. She arched closer to him unconsciously and her stomach clenched. She could feel the blood boiled under her skin, burned in her lips. Her breath came as a wild gasp as his hand began to press harder on her wetness making her crazy by the second, about to explode with pleasure and wants. How could he be so good? She thought to herself.