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“Ready to get out of here?” Arthur returns to me, grabbing my throbbing hand and pressing it gently against his lips.

We head back to his car, hand in hand, and I drag him forward in an adrenaline-fueled skip.

My man. My monster. My hero.

19

ARTHUR

“That was a fucking rush,” Eva squeals in pure delight.

“Enjoyed yourself, then?” I ask, shifting the car into drive, and we start rolling forward.

“I’ve never felt better.” She stares at me with frantic eyes that instantly soften with a dirty grin. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Hmm?” I face her briefly as we stop at a red light.

She presses a finger into my chest and trails it down my abs. It stops at my belt, and Eva instantly latches onto the buckle. “I felt much better with your cock inside me.”

“Slow down, Princess. Let’s get home first.” It’s almost impossible to say those words with a straight face, especially while Eva undoes my belt, fiddles with the button holding my jeans up, and then drops the zipper.

“Why?” she asks, stroking my already-rock-hard staff with her nail.

“Because I’m driving.”

“Too bad, Daddy. I want it now.” Eva adjusts herself in the passenger seat until she’s on her knees with a free range of motion. Both hands snatch the waistband of my boxers, and they pull and tug until my cock springs free from its confines.

I catch a brief moan trying to escape.

“Let me pull the car ov—” I’m already in the process of parking, but Eva ignores me.

“I said now,” she whines, pulling herself onto my lap. She knocks my hand, and the car swerves enough for her to lose balance and nearly topple over.

But she doesn’t, latching both hands around the base of my cock, giggling freely. I kill the car, pull up the hand brake, but before I have time to get my bearings on the situation, Eva slides her warm, wet hole around my twitching erection.

“Ah, fuck,” I roar, clawing at the top of her dress to shimmy the straps off her shoulders.

I’d have preferred getting back to my place before we did this, but with the fire in her heart, there’s no stopping my baby girl from getting what she wants.

“Does it feel good, Daddy?” Husky words break over deep, guttural moans.

“It’s fucking amazing.” I bury my face in her tits to muffle my groans.

She starts rocking her hips back and forth. Slow to start, but quicker with every rotation until her ass is smacking against the steering wheel and pressing the horn. It goes off four times before I have the sense to drop my backrest, and when I do, my full girth penetrates her.

We erupt in a synchronous howl. Eva’s nails dig into my chest, breathing rapidly as she attempts to adjust herself to my nine inches sunken to the balls inside her tight hole.

She settles, wide-eyed and too nervous to make any sudden motions, afraid of the burst of pleasure my rod will deliver with only a single sway of her hips. She’s panting now, and all traces of my slightly drunk, cock hungry Princess have vanished behind the husky growls we both emit.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she giggles. A sound so innocent and pure it stills my thumping heart.

“Neither was I.” My throat is raw from all the noise I made.

“But now I’ve got you right where I want you.” Eva walks her fingers down my bare arms and grabs my wrists. She slowly starts moving them higher, and it makes my dick twitch inside of her.

Her body spasms and my hips buck.

“What are you going to do to me, Princess?” I play along, letting her carry my wrists above my head and pin them behind my headrest.

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