In the car

When we sit down in his car, I look at his bulge. Goddamn if only he could put it in my right now. He'd slip that rod of his with ease with how fucking wet I am right now. I can't help myself from stroking his tent-pole as he pulls out of the parking space.

"You can't wait, can you?" He says.

"No."

"You don't even care about lunch, do you?"

"No Sir. I just want you to fuck me."

"Keep stroking it then. Make sure I stay nice and hard."

"Mhmm... How do you plan on taking me back home?"

"I know the question will make you more aroused than any answer I will ever give you."

He's right, and that smirk on his face tells me he knows it. Every second of this drive is pure ****, and I crave it. Here's this big, strong, dominating man putting me, a professional woman in her place. I can't think straight around him. Ever since I was told I would sleep with him, he's all I could think about. Everything he's done to me has been just perfect too like he's a long lost lover who's already explored every inch of my body.

His cock remains hard under my hand. It's taking every ounce of self-control for me not to jump him right now. If he took me down an alleyway, I'd let him. Hell, I would've let him have me on that fucking beach, right in front of everyone. Deep down, they'd be jealous of us. When I see his house, my heart skips a beat, knowing that we're close to finally having sex once more.