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Now, I’m back in the car, freeing my dick as I inhale her scent and feel the dampness from her spray. I groan loud inside the cabin of my Mercedes, wrapping my hand around my dick and giving it a squeeze.

This is going to be the quickest wank I’ve had in my life. I just know it. But fuck, who cares? The lead up has had me on edge all fucking night, so I take the panties and wrap them around my cock and then start fucking them.

“Fuck. Yes, Aggie.” I pant, dropping my head back to the seat as I shut my eyes and let all the visuals she gave me tonight swarm in.

I pump and pump, relishing the damp fabric of the panties as images of Aggie palming her tits, fucking the air, screaming out in ecstasy, and spraying her seat engulf me.

A deep rumble escapes me before I hold my breath and then release it as I explode, my intense pleasure shooting streams of cum into the fabric to combine with Aggie’s scent.

Fuck yes. So far, tonight has been perfect.

I hope my little elf is prepared though, because the night isn’t over yet.

Chapter four

Big Brother is Watching

Agatha

O’Connor’sisloudandbright when I go back inside. People’s eyes fall to me as I walk through the space, and I feel like they know I’m not wearing any panties, even though it’s impossible for them to know.

It must be the red dress. It’s hard not to be drawn to it, which means drawn to me, so I own that shit with my head held high like I didn’t just spray my car interior a few minutes ago.

“You ok?” Ben asks as I slip back into the booth.

I nod. “Yeah sorry.”

“What’s going on?” Shane frowns, always in cop mode, being way too perceptive.

“You don’t want to know.” I grin, knowing he’ll wish he didn’t know if I tell him.

“Actually, I do. Something is going on with you.” Shane frowns, his dark brows meeting in the middle.

Ben nods. “He’s right. Spill.”

Sighing, I weigh up my options. The rules of the game state that I’m not to tell anyone about the game, but it doesn’t mean I can’t blur the lines a little.

“So I have this thing going with a guy. He kinda issues challenges for me. Sexual challenges.”

Ben’s eyes light up with interest, and Shane simply smirks, shaking his head.

“You’re right. I’m not sure I want to know.”

“I want to know.” Ben’s smile spreads wide. “What are the challenges?” He wags his brows, and Shane chuckles next to me.

“Well, tonight, for example, I have a sex toy inside me that he has control of.”

Ben laughs and Shane nearly spits out the mouthful of beer he just drank.

“You’re kidding?” Ben laughs louder, his eyes darting to his secret lover across the table as he tries to wipe up his drink.

“Not kidding.” I grin, relaxing back in the seat.

“So before, when you said you were having tummy issues, you were…” Shane cringes at me, his eyes wide this time.

“Trying not to come.” I nod. “Yes.”

“This is brilliant.” Ben chuckles and Shane shakes his head.

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