I popped my car into drive and peeled out of the driveway. My tires squealed against the pavement in my haste, but it didn’t slow me down. It was dark and the streets were mostly abandoned.
My clit throbbed hard.
While keeping one hand on the wheel, I used the other to lightly caress my left knee. Without any panties on, I knew I’d be leaving a wet spot on my gray skirt. I could practically feel my pussy dripping all over the fabric. It would probably be visiblewhen I got out of the car. If anyone walking by saw me when I walked through my apartment building, they would know what it was. I wouldn’t be able to hide it, no matter what I did with my purse or even my hands.
Carefully, I pulled my skirt up. In an effort to preserve my future modesty, I hiked my skirt up to my waist. No one would look twice at a wrinkled skirt, but they would certainly notice a wet one. I hummed anxiously once I felt how very exposed I was like this and if anything, it only made me even more needy. My punished backside pressed against the warm leather, reigniting the sting from his palm and subsequently, my own need that I had tried to bury deep inside.
I shouldn’t have walked away. I should have begged Daddy to make me come.
My fingers slid up my thigh and when I grazed against my own wetness, I gasped in shock. I’d never been this wet in my life. Not even when I had been at my most aroused was I this wet. Not even after I’d make myself come with my little bullet vibrator.
Never.
This was his fault.
I turned onto a busier road, but that didn’t stop my fingers from dragging up and down my inner thighs, exploring myself until at long last, I slid a single digit in between my folds.
Holy fuck.
I used the pad of two fingers to gather my wetness before I slipped them over my clit. At first, I was hesitant, but the more my body hummed with passionate desire, the more I found that I couldn’t ignore it.
It was hard to focus on anything other than the image of my naked body over his knee, of his fingers dipping between my thighs, of his eyes on my body, and of his cock.
For a second, my eyes rolled back in my head and when my car jerked just a bit to the right, I caught myself. I gripped the steering wheel even tighter with my right hand, but my left one never stopped teasing my clit.
I needed to come. I couldn’t wait until I was safe and at home in my bed. I needed to come, and I needed to come now.
I signaled and moved into the right lane. Most of the cars around me were in a rush to get home and I just wanted them to go around me. Anxiously, I glanced in each one of my mirrors, trying to make sure that no one was close enough to see me with my hand between my thighs. It felt as though my seat was low enough, but it still made me nervous all the same.
My car slowed just the slightest bit. I wished that I was on the highway and that I could use cruise control, but my navigation wasn’t taking me that route and I knew I’d get lost if I didn’t listen to it.
My fingers worked between my thighs even faster. My inner walls clutched desperately at empty air and I imagined Daddy’s cock in between my thighs instead. The more I touched myself, the closer I drew to orgasm. I moaned, edging straight toward the bliss I needed so badly.
A car horn blasted, and bright red lights flashed right in front of me. I slammed on the brakes and watched as one car careened around another. One of them had run the red light and almost t-boned another right in front of me.
My heart hammered out of my chest.
If I hadn’t stopped, I would have crashed right into the bumper of the car in front of me. I blinked and as I licked my lips, I looked at how close I’d come. If there were more than three inches between my front bumper and the back of theirs, I’d be surprised.
Even though the light was green, the car didn’t move and when it turned yellow and then red just moments after, it didn’t go anywhere.
My clit pulsed.
My eyes flicked from the red light to all around me. There was no one else around. No one to the side or even behind me.
My fingers worked faster and the orgasm that had been so close before returned with a fervor like I’d never felt before. I pressed harder, circled my fingers a bit more wildly and I arched back in my seat. I quickly slammed my car into park, and I moaned loudly.
No one could hear me. No one was watching. No one would know I was making myself come while fantasizing about riding Daddy’s cock.
My tongue edged along my lips, savoring the salty aftertaste of his seed and my entire body began to convulse as my orgasm crashed over me.
I’m coming for you, Daddy.
My core collapsed in on itself, raw sensation hurtling over every last inch of my body. My toes curled and I arched away from the driver’s seat as one surge of pleasure after the next rattled me from within. I screamed and pressed even more firmly againstmy clit, forcing my pleasure even higher as I fantasized about him and only him.
No one heard me scream his name as I had one of the hardest orgasms of my life. No one knew how hard my nipples tightened for him as I played with myself with my bottom still burning bright red from his cruel palm. No one knew how very hard my pussy clenched or how hard my thighs shook as I played with myself.
No one would ever know how hard I came for him. Not ever.
