I take her hand and lead her out of the diner onto the slick streets of NYC.

Nothing could be more romantic. Even for me, a verified playboy, this is getting real.

A light rain is falling, making the streets sleek and pitch black. The atmosphere mirrors my mood. Every part of me wants to make Jenna come undone, to expose her dark secrets to the light.

The rain makes me broody, and it makes me want to go fast. Jenna was aching for a ride in my car, and I'm gonna give it to her.

"We're going in your race car?" she asks tentatively.

"You've been wanting to go for a ride for a long time, haven't you? Aren't you dying to see my inner workings?" I say.

The question is a veiled allusion to myself. I know Jenna wants to get to know me, I know she wants the technology for herself, and now I know that she wants the information for the FBI, as well. I don't know what kind of position they put her in to make her feel like she has to keep secrets from me, but my obsession with Jenna is running so deep that I don't even care about her betrayal.

What she fails to realize is that she can keep nothing from me. I'm all over her. I'm making it my mission to know every facet of her life.

Her mistake was in thinking that she could hide this FBI secret from me. Of course I would find out. How could I not?

A dark part of me wants to control Jenna and wants to know where she is at all times. I feel possessive of her, like she's mine forever.

I open the door for her, and she slides into my race car. She looks damn good sitting in the passenger seat. She's the perfect accessory for my car.

She's the thing that’s been missing from it—from me, from my whole fucking life.

I get into the driver’s seat and ask, "Are you ready for this, Jenna? I'm gonna show you speed like you've never seen before."

With that, I step on the gas and peel out of our spot. I drive her around the city, taking corners and alleyways fiercely, furiously.

I'm an extremely skilled driver, and I definitely know how to handle my own car. It's a pleasure to show her my talent at last, up close and personal.

"You’re really fucking good, Braden. I know I should be scared, but I'm not. It's all just very exhilarating," she says as she clings to the sides of her seat, the excitement evident in her voice.

I know she must be a little scared, despite her pretending otherwise. She can handle a lot, since she's part of this racing world, but not even the bravest of passengers can truly ride with my speed.

I move my hand from the stick shift over to hers. I un-clutch her fingers from the seat.

"Are you sure you're not scared?" I ask her.

She looks me dead in the eyes and mouths the word no. When she does this, all I can compare it to is how her lips would look wrapped around the width of my cock.

I stare her in the eyes instead of watching the road, but she doesn't flinch. This girl has a certain amount of daring that I find to be extremely captivating. She’s got me hooked.

Then she breaks away from my gaze at last and says, "Keep your eyes on the road, Braden. Come on, I don't want to die tonight."

"Oh, baby, you're not gonna die tonight. I promise you that."

I shift into high gear with my right hand and then use that same hand to make my way up her tight leather pants. She couldn't have worn a skirt and made my job easy?

I slide my fingers over the concave lines of her stomach, then lower until I find her sweet spot through those damn pants. She gasps and moans out in pleasure, egging me on as I rub my finger along her pussy.

Unable to wait any longer, Jenna lifts her pelvis off the seat and slides her pants and panties down. I’m utterly shocked; this girl is something else. I never imagined I would have a drop-dead-gorgeous, half-naked woman sitting in my race car. Another car, yeah, but having her here in my race car has me feeling wild with need.

When she’s settled back in her seat, I waste no time in getting my fingers inside of her wet cunt.

Yes, I'm driving with one hand and fingering her with the other. The combination is extremely hot.

I've never had a woman in my race car before. It's not that I was saving it, necessarily; it's just that I never felt the need to have some girl in my sacred territory.

That is, until I met Jenna.

She belongs in here.

I slide my fingers along her wetness, and she's really gripping the seat now. It's all I can do to keep one hand on the wheel and not expose her tits to the world, too.

"Oh, Braden, oh my God, fuck, I think I'm gonna come," she says breathily.

It doesn't take long and that gives me some idea of just how badly she's been yearning for me and for her release.

A few more swipes of my middle finger along her clit, and I've got her crying out my name. It's music to my ears. It's really the only sound I want to hear as of late.

"Oh, Braden! God, fuck. Braden, I'm coming so hard."

Her hips quiver violently, and I feel her sticky cum around my fingers. It makes my cock harder than ever.

My left hand stays steady on the steering wheel the whole time.

I pull my fingers out of her pants and up to my mouth where I taste her cum and let it glisten on my lips.

She's still coming hard in what is likely a series of multiple orgasms. This ride must've been turning her on more than I even thought. Now’s my chance to expose her tits, and I do with my free hand.

I unbutton her blouse and free her nipples to the hot air inside the car.

She's got beautiful tits. My eyes aren’t on the road, but on her. Suddenly, the force of my desire is so much that I think I'm gonna have to pull over and fuck her right here. I can't contain myself any longer.

But before I have a chance to act on my guidance, I see her head coming down on my lap. She unzips my pants with her teeth and exposes my giant cock to the world.

I wish I could see the hungry expression on her face, but instead I can only sense her craving for me. She starts to suck and tease my cock with her tongue. It takes all my willpower to keep on driving, focusing my eyes on the road.

I want to force her head down on my full length. I want to make her choke and gag on it. I want it as a kind of punishment for what she did, for betraying me to the FBI.

This is how twisted things have gotten with Jenna. Instead of being mad at her, I just want to punish her and make her submit to my will.

In truth, she could do no wrong in my eyes. I don't care how treacherous she is, my obsession with her remains the only thing that keeps me going. She could literally do anything to me, and I won't sway from wanting to possess her.

In fact, the more out of line she gets, the more I want to put her on the straight and narrow course. The more she misbehaves, the more I get to whip her back into shape.

I contemplate all of this as she sucks on my cock. Her head is bobbing up and down. I feel her warm, hot breath and lips around me.

Somehow I'm gonna have to steer this car while I come, and that's not gonna be an easy feat, judging from the intensity of Jenna's blowjob. I can tell she's trying to swallow me whole and it feels fucking amazing.

"You want that big cock don't you?" I taunt her.

She moans in pleasure, and I know I'm all she needs. I'm the only man that can satisfy her.

I think the safest course is to start heading home. I might come on the way, which is dangerous, or I can hold out and find my release when we're parked safely.

As if she can read my thoughts and decides to make this harder for me, she's starts really going down on me hard. Her lips and her tongue are tight around my cock, and it's all I can do to keep steering the wheel and focus on the road.

I decide I can handle it, and I grab her hair with one hand and force her up and down on my shaft a few more times before I blow my hot load down her throat.

I'm still driving the car at an incredibly fast speed. She's going wild for my cum, sucking as much of it down her throat as she can, making the sexiest moaning and slurping and gagging noises I’ve ever heard in my whole goddamn life.

One thing's for sure, I'm gonna have to fuck her...and soon.