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I expect him to make me cum hard, but he just keeps toying with me. “Lift your dress,” he finally says. I obey instantly, tugging my dress up to bare me from the waist down. There’s nothing to hide behind as he spreads my folds wide for the camera. “Such a greedy little thing.” He pushes two fingers into me, the penetration obscene on the camera. “My son just caught you fucking me, and here you are, not an hour later, riding my hand.”

“It feels good.” I meet my own gaze in the camera and reach up, sliding the straps of my sundress off my shoulders, letting the dress fall to my waist. “Too good to stop.”

“Jesus,” Mr. Jones growls. “You want everyone to know what a slut you are. Is that it?” He picks up his rhythm, spearing me with his fingers and then sliding them up to rub against my clit. “Anyone driving by is going to see your tits…see you cum all over my hand.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “Make me cum. Please. I need it.”

He doesn’t. Not once on the entire drive home. By the time he pulls into the parking garage of my apartment and shuts the car off, I’m begging for his cock, and my pussy is throbbing in time with my racing heart. Mr. Jones yanks his hand out of me and reaches down between my legs to pull the lever to send my seat back all the way.

The seat back is next, reclining it as much as possible. Then he climbs over the console to kneel on the floorboard between my thighs. He looks down at me. “This is goodbye, baby girl.” He undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. “Have to do it properly.”

“Wait!” I sit up and reach behind him for my phone. “I want to have this for always.”

“Dirty girl.” He doesn’t hesitate to feed me his cock one inch at a time. We both watch on the screen as he wedges me open, spreading me so much it looks like there’s no way he could possibly fit. He grabs the phone out of my hand and tosses it onto the driver’s seat. “It’s too fucking bad I can’t keep you.”

My laugh is choked with pleasure as he drives into me. “Mr. Jones, I don’t even like you.”

He gives me that wolfish grin that makes my pussy clench around him. “Freedom in that, isn’t there, baby girl? You don’t have to worry about being perfect for me. The only kind of perfect I need is the way you take this cock.”

After so long being deprived of an orgasm, I’m so close, it hurts. “I’ll take it any way you want it, Daddy.” I cum so hard, I think I scream. Maybe I blackout. I don’t know. The next thing I’m aware of is him pulling out and cumming all over my pussy.

We stare at each other, breathing hard. The windows have completely fogged up. He shakes his head and tucks his cock away. “Jesus, I can’t believe us.”

“Me either.” I smile, sated and feeling lazy. I need to get out of this car, but I can’t quite manage it yet. “You know, I might not like you, but if you’re ever in the Portland area, I’d be willing to ride your cock for a few hours. As long as I’m single.”

He gives me a long look. “Maybe even if you’re not.”

“No.” I sit up and kiss him. A quick kiss, a goodbye. I pull the straps of my sundress up but don’t bother to try to clean up the mess he made. Truth be told, I kind of like it. It makes me feel filthy in a way I would never have guessed I’d crave. “No matter how good it felt, the cost is too high. Never again.”

He smiles against my mouth. “If you say so, baby girl.”

I almost invite him up. Almost. But this has to end. It just does. I can appreciate what this experience brought me, even if I have to bear the guilt of hurting Brad in the process. He’s not a bad guy. I hope he’s going to be okay.

We climb out of the car, and Mr. Jones grabs my suitcase. I go to take it, and he hangs on for a moment as if maybe he’ll ask to be invited up, but then he gives himself a shake and straightens. “You know, how am I supposed to call you if I end up in Portland? I don’t have your number.”

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