“And I told you, hands on the wheel.” His tone wasn’t playful. It was controlling and exciting. The smooth, leather-wrapped steering wheel was cold in my fingers. I moaned when his hands closed tightly on my breasts. His touch was confident, and why wouldn’t it be? I’d given him permission. Beneath me, his hard-on dug into my ass. “Is this where you wanted me to touch you? Your tits?” My head spun at the unaccustomed word. I grew drunk off of the sensations as he pinched and massaged, the tip of his nose caressing the edge of my ear. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I gasped. I shifted in his lap and he
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