I place my hand on her thigh, stroking the skin delicately. I drag one digit lazily along the skin, careful not to get too close to the place I know she wants it and she begins moving to get my hand closer to her.

“JP, touch me, please,” she begs. I run my fingers up her thigh to her knee and stroke the skin and she lets out a moan.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeys.

“Wider,” I command and she opens her legs as far apart as they can go.

I keep my eyes on the road, knowing that even if I cast a glance at her while she’s looking like this: wet and wanting and panting, I’d pull over on the side of the highway and fuck her mercilessly. I drag my finger back up her thigh until I’m at her sex and I cup her possessively.

“I cannot wait to put my dick here. I’m not going to fuck you at first. I’m going to drag it through your slit and tap it against your clit over and over until you come all over it and then I’m going to slide my cock in you and fuck you while you’re still climaxing.” I drive my words home by pushing a finger inside of her while lazily rubbing her clit.

She clenches around me the second I slip a second finger inside of her. “Oh god!”

“Do that again. Squeeze my fingers with that sweet pussy again. My god, you’re so fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth as I try to calm my dick that’s hardening with each passing second. “Tell me who gets you this wet, baby.”

“You.”

“Say my name. Tell me who the fuck you belong to.”

“Jacob,” she pants. “JP,” she says after. “Daddy!” she cries, not sure which name I want to hear and I harden hearing all three of the names spill from her lips.

And fuck if they didn’t all make me hard.

“Yes, baby.” I continue rubbing her, alternating between stroking and pinching her clit every few seconds. Her pussy flutters around my fingers and a growl rumbles in my chest at the feeling. I want to feel that around my tongue. “Does that feel good? You like the way I’m touching you?”

“Fuck yes,” she breathes out. “JP, I’m close.” She moans as her left hand reaches up to grab my shoulder. In my periphery, I see that she looks down to stare at my fingers stroking her and she lets out a whine. “God, right there. Don’t stop.” Her voice comes out rushed and breathy and I know she’s seconds from coming.

“Good girl. Tell me when you’re coming.”

“Like… right… there…” She starts coming, just as her phone that’s sitting in my cup holder begins to ring. Her orgasm is already moving through her but I watch her eyes flutter open.