If this little vixen wasn’t careful, we were never going to make it to the damn speedway, because I’d be pulled over on some back road, fucking her silly. I glanced over at Manson, but he was too busy staring at Jess’s ass nudged against his side to be paying attention.

“What do you need more speed for?” I said, my cock rising to the occasion far too eagerly. “You trying to start racing too?”

“No. I just like going fast,” she said. “Although I wouldn’t mind getting to beat you in a race.”

“Not a chance of that. Not with that BMW, no fucking way.”

She gave me a saucy smile. “Sounds to me like you’re scared of me winning. Don’t you think he sounds scared, Manson?”

This time, Manson caught my eye. Our little toy was feeling feisty today, and I could see from his face how much he enjoyed it. He leaned closer to her, warning her, “I think he sounds like he’s about to spank your ass if you don’t start behaving.”

“You need to occupy that bratty mouth of yours before it gets you in trouble,” I said.

Her hand tightened on me, and then her other hand came to join it. She pushed up the hem of my shirt, tracing her finger along my belt buckle.

“How should I do that, sir?” she said. She didn’t fool me with that sweet, simpering tone. I didn’t need to look at Manson again to know he was excited, eager for us to put on a show. I was happy to give him some entertainment.

I adjusted my position, pulling open my belt one-handed as I said, “You know what to do, girl.”

I was nearly choking on those words in a moment, because goddamn, she really knew what to do. After twenty seconds with my cock in her mouth, I was seriously regretting that I had to watch the road instead of her. Manson was the lucky one, and he leaned against the door with one leg up on the seat as he observed her, smirking all the while.

“Record her,” I said, bracing myself for a moment when she moaned around me in her throat. Manson pulled out his phone, giving Jess’s ass a squeeze as he recorded her. “I’m going to watch this back later, Jess. I want to see how sexy you look gagging on my dick.”

She was using her mouth and her hand in unison, taking her time as she bobbed her head on me. She buried me in her throat, then popped me from her mouth as she said, “The piercing feels funny in my throat. I like it.”

She took me down again, and I clenched the wheel until my fingers ached. Having Manson watch made it even better, and knowing it got him hard made me salivate with the want for a taste of him.