“Mhmm.”
“Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. You say you want me? You need me? Then you don’t come unless you ask for permission. Got it?”
She nods, grinding with my fingers inside her.
“I love watching you get off.” I match the pace of her swaying, relishing every sharp intake of breath and every whine that comes out of her mouth. “Riding my hand. Losing control.”
With my thumb firmly pressed against her, I slide another finger in. I’ve seen her come before, so I know the tells, and she’s close—her eyes flutter closed and her head tilts back. Before she tips over the edge, I pool all the power in me to retract my hand.
She cries out in exasperation. “Please.”
“Ask.”
“Pleasecanicome, Max?” My name on her lips makes me grunt.
“Since you asked nicely.”
“Damn you.”
I kiss the sass off her mouth, simultaneously returning my hand to the place it belongs forever. She moans, rocking back and forth with more fire every time. I love the warmth of her, this deep part of Daisy that I’m only getting to know. I curl my fingers more, putting pressure in just the right spot. She closes her eyes again, her chin lifts, and the whole of her tightens, a pulsing that we relish together as she cries out.
Once Daisy comes down from her orgasm and I slide my hand out of her, I fumble with my belt. “Condoms?”
“Glove box,” she pants, reaching behind her and retrieving a strip.
I grab myself with the hand that got Daisy off, still warm and wet with her. While stroking myself, I stare her down. “Open one.”
She obeys, tearing the foil and rolling the rubber down my length. Her fingers encircle me, and I stiffen more in her grip.
Pulling her closer with my hand on her hip, I search underneath the bunched-up fabric of her dress. I tug her panties to the side and guide her onto my length. We moan in unison, both of us enjoying this again—what was intended to be a onetime thing.
But it couldn’t have been. Not with her.
A rock of her hips sends me on a ride of pleasure. I lick the hand she came on, sucking off the sweet-tart flavor. And although I now have all of her, right here on top of me, I want more. I slip the skinny straps of the dress down, revealing two dark, pebbled nipples at the tips of her breasts. I take one in my mouth and the other in my hand, and then our bodies move in a synchronous rhythm of push and pull, filling the car with the murmurs ofdeeperandmoreandyes.
“Don’t stop,” I say, nibbling a path down her arm, past her biceps, and to the inside of her wrist with one last playful bite.
“Never.”
When I settle both hands on her hips, I push her further onto my cock after every backward rock she takes. Daisy growls and grips my shoulder, pushing her torso backward. She knocks her head on the ceiling, hard, and collapses into my chest.
“Ow, shit.”
I wrap both arms around her, cupping the back of her skull. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She looks at me with a giggle. “I have a perfectly fine bed at home, and we’re acting like a couple of teenagers.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bed. And the kitchen counter. And the shower. But I like having you here.”
“I like having you here, too,” she says, barely audible.
I toy with her left nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Anytime you sit in this truck, I want you to remember tonight. To remember me inside of you.” As I bury my face in her breasts, we begin the give and take again—the blissful sensation of us rocking into an orgasm.
“I’m close. Please…”
