CAR S*X

He thrust deep and held there, groaning as he emptied himself inside me. I felt every pulse, every spurt, marking me again.

We stayed like that for a moment, both panting, his c*m already starting to leak down my thighs.

"You're incredible," he murmured, kissing my neck softly.

"That was insane."

"Which part? The phone call or the org*sm?"

"Both."

He pulled out slowly and I whimpered at the loss. His fingers pushed his c*m back inside me.

"Keep that in there. Want you to feel it all day."

TWO DAYS LATER

I was supposed to be grocery shopping. That's what I'd told Ethan.

Instead, I was in the parking garage downtown, climbing into David's car.

"You're late," he said, but he was smiling.

"Traffic."

"Liar. You were touching yourself, weren't you? Couldn't wait to see Daddy."

He knew me too well.

"Maybe."

"Show me."

"Here? Anyone could see—"

"I know. That's what makes it exciting." He leaned back in his seat. "Lift your dress. Show me that pretty p*ssy."

My heart hammered as I glanced around. The garage was mostly empty, but there were a few cars scattered around.

"Mia." His voice dropped to that commanding tone I couldn't resist. "Now."

I lifted my dress, spreading my legs. I wasn't wearing underwear—hadn't worn any in weeks unless Ethan was home.

"Already w*t for me." David reached over, sliding two fingers through my folds. "You really are addicted to this, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Say it properly."

"I'm addicted to your c*ck, Daddy. I need it all the time."

"Good girl." He fingered me slowly, his other hand reaching for his zipper. "Get on my lap. Face the windshield."

I climbed over the center console awkwardly, straddling him backward so I was facing out the front window. Anyone walking by would see us.

His c*ck pressed against my entrance and I sank down slowly, savoring the stretch.

"That's it. Take all of Daddy." His hands gripped my hips, guiding me. "Now ride me. Show me how badly you need this."

I started moving, rolling my hips, taking him deep with every movement. The angle was incredible, hitting that perfect spot inside me.

"Look out the window," he commanded. "Watch for people while you f*ck yourself on my c*ck."

The risk made everything more intense. My p*ssy clenched around him as I bounced faster.

"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.

I froze, heart racing. A woman in a business suit was walking toward her car three rows over.

"Don't stop," David growled. "Keep riding Daddy's c*ck."

"She'll see—"

"I don't care. Move."

His hands forced my hips up and down, f*cking me on his c*ck while the woman got closer. She was looking at her phone, not paying attention, but she could look up any second.

The danger was intoxicating. I bit my lip to keep quiet, grinding down on him, my cl*t rubbing against his pelvis.

The woman got in her car and drove away without ever looking our direction.

"Such a good sl*t," David praised. "Didn't even stop. You really would do anything for this c*ck, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, anything—"

His hand reached around, finding my cl*t. "Then come for me. Come on Daddy's c*ck right here where anyone could catch us."

The org*sm hit fast and h*rd. I threw my head back, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep from screaming.

David thrust up into me, chasing his own release. "That's my girl. Milk Daddy's c*ck. Take every drop."

He came with a grunt, hands bruising on my hips as he held me down on his c*ck.

We sat there afterward, both breathing hard, his c*m leaking out around his c*ck.

"We need to stop doing this," I said, but I didn't mean it.

"No, we don't." He kissed my shoulder. "We're just getting started."

THE NEXT MORNING

Ethan was still asleep when I slipped out of bed at six AM.

David had texted me at midnight: Come over before he wakes up. I need you.

I should've said no. Should've stayed home, been a good wife.

But I was already backing out of the driveway before I'd even fully processed the decision.

David answered the door in just pajama pants, hair mussed from sleep, looking unfairly good for this early.

"Get in here."

He pulled me inside, his mouth on mine before the door even closed. I melted into the kiss, my hands sliding up his bare chest.

"Missed you," I whispered against his lips.

"Had you yesterday in the car."

"Twenty-four hours is too long."

He smiled darkly. "My needy girl. Come on."

He led me upstairs to the master bathroom. The shower was already running, steam filling the room.

"Strip."

I peeled off my clothes while he watched, his eyes tracking every movement. When I was naked, he shoved his pants down, revealing his already h*rd c*ck.

"In the shower."

The hot water felt incredible on my skin. David stepped in behind me, his body pressing against mine, his erection hot against my lower back.

"Turn around."

I obeyed, and his hand immediately went to my throat—not squeezing, just holding. Possessive.

"On your knees."

I sank down on the wet tile, water cascading over both of us. His c*ck was right at eye level, thick and perfect.

"Open."

I opened my mouth and he slid inside, groaning as I wrapped my lips around him.

"That's it. Suck Daddy's c*ck like a good girl."

I worked him with my mouth, taking him as deep as I could, using my hand on what wouldn't fit. He'd taught me exactly how he liked it over the past few weeks—firm pressure, lots of tongue, eye contact.

His hand fisted in my wet hair, guiding my movements.

"So pretty on your knees for me." His voice was strained. "My son has no idea his wife is this good at sucking c*ck, does he?"

I moaned around him and he groaned.

"Enough." He pulled me up by my hair, spinning me to face the tile wall. "Hands on the wall."

I braced myself and he kicked my legs apart. His hand came down h*rd on my a*s and I yelped.

"You like that?" Another spank, harder this time.

"Yes, Daddy!"

He spanked me five more times, alternating cheeks, until my a*s was burning and I was dripping w*t.

"Please," I begged. "Please f*ck me—"

He slammed inside in one brutal thrust and I cried out, my voice echoing off the tile.

"Louder," he demanded, f*cking me h*rd. "Want to hear you scream."

"The neighbors—"

"Don't. Care." Each word punctuated with a thrust. "Scream for Daddy."

His hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing this time, and I came undone. The org*sm crashed through me and I screamed his name, not caring who heard.

"That's my girl. So f*cking perfect." His other hand reached around, rubbing my cl*t. "Give me another one."

"Can't—too much—"

"You can. You will." He f*cked me harder, the angle perfect, his fingers relentless on my cl*t.

The second org*sm built impossibly fast, my p*ssy already sensitive from the first. When it hit, my legs gave out. Only his arm around my waist kept me upright.

"F*ck, Mia, gonna come—"

"Inside me," I begged. "Fill me up, Daddy—"

He buried himself deep and I felt him pulse, felt his c*m flooding me. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, both of us shaking.

The water turned cold before we finally moved.

"You need to go," he said reluctantly, kissing me softly. "Before he wakes up."

"I know."

But I didn't want to. I wanted to stay here, in his arms, in his house, in this fantasy where I belonged to him completely.

Reality was waiting for me at home, though. My husband. My marriage. My lies.

I got dressed, David watching from the shower.

"Dinner Friday," he said. "My place. I'm inviting Ethan and his mother."

My stomach dropped. "Why?"

"Because I want to see you across my table knowing I've had you in every room of this house." His smile was wicked. "Wear a dress. And Mia?"

"Yes?"

"No underwear."