“What are we doing?” she asked.

Her ass looked fabulous in the sleeveless black dress she’d chosen. I pried my eyes from it and met her gaze. “I thought we’d already discussed that?”

“Here?” She glanced around and then gave me a confused look. “We’re fucking here? Out in the open?”

We were parked behind a warehouse that had been vacant for a few months. Although we were outside, we weren’t necessarily in public. Not to say that the world was incapable of seeing us, but they would certainly have to try hard to do so.

I swung the cargo door of the SUV open. “Come over here.”

She peered around the corner of the vehicle. “I can’t decide if this is weird, or hot.”

“It’s sexy as fuck,” I said. “Believe me.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulders and then fluffed it with her fingers. Her gaze lowered to my rock-hard cock. After a long stare, she looked up. “I think you might be right.”

I curled my index finger toward my palm. “Come. Here.”

She edged her way between me and the back bumper and stood nose to nose with me. With her face mere inches from mine, she looked me in the eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Mister.”

“You should be.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Why?”

“Because I’m a prick.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Mister Prick.”

With my eyes locked on hers, I positioned my hand between her legs. Slowly, I traced the tips of my fingers along her inner thigh, lifting her knee-length dress in the process. Her eyes widened as the tip of my index finger met her soaking wet twat.

I pressed my lips to her ear. “Your mind’s been wandering, Jess. You’ve got a mess down here.”

“I uhhm.” She swallowed heavily. “I may have been thinking about sucking your cock.”

I wedged the length of my finger into her wet slit, rubbing my knuckle against her clit as I did so. She flinched in response, and then her eyes fell closed.

“I’m going to stuff this wet little hole of yours full of cock, Jess.” I breathed into her ear. “While you’re bent over the back of this car.”

She writhed in response. “Okay,” she murmured.

I patted my left hand against the carpeted cargo area of the car. “Palms down. Right here.”

She drew a slow breath and turned toward the car. As she placed her palms flat on the carpet, I pushed my index finger deeper into her.

She sucked a breath. “Oh God.”

With my chest against her back, I forced her to bend at the waist. I pushed my finger in and out of her wetness a few times, and then leaned forward and pressed my cheek against hers. “We might have a problem.”

“What…what kind of…problem?” she muttered.

“Your pussy is tiny.”

“That’s a…it’s a problem?”

“Reach back here and squeeze my cock,” I said. “You can tell me if it’s a problem or not.”

With her chest pressed against the carpet and her ass hiked high in the air, she fumbled against the denim of my jeans until she found my aching cock.

“Oh God,” she gasped. “It’s…it’s really big, isn’t it?”

“Huge,” I said.

“I think we’ll be okay.” She gave it a firm squeeze. “Let’s find out.”

I flipped the hem of her dress over her waist. The milky skin of her inner thighs came to a stop on either side of her pussy, leaving a gap between her legs two inches wide. I gazed blankly at the beautiful sight – with my finger still buried deep inside her – and let out a sigh.

“You’ve got a pretty little pussy, Jess.”

“Thank you.”

With Jess still bent over the back of the SUV and me standing behind her, I wrestled a condom onto my throbbing dick.

I gripped the shaft in my hand and guided the tip against her wet folds.

Her hands searched frantically for something to hold onto. After grasping the cargo cover tightly, she peered over her shoulder. “Do it.”

I pushed half the length inside of her.

The breath shot from her lungs. “Oh God.”

I glanced between her legs. “That’s half of it.”

“Half?”

“Half.”

“Give me the rest,” she said. “Slow.”

I did as she asked. As the tip bottomed out, she arched her back and let out a wail. “Holy crap that feels good.”

I’d told her I was going to get ahold of her hips and fuck her senseless. I hated to lie to her, but keeping my hands off her butt was going to be impossible. After gripping the cheeks of her ass in each of my hands, I spread it as wide as I could and began to fuck her for all I was worth.

The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed throughout the interior of the vehicle. The feeling of being inside a woman was overwhelming, much more so than I ever would have imagined.

For me, sex wasn’t something I was able to enjoy on a whim. There were simply too many risks involved. I had no idea what convinced me to take the risk with Jess, but at that moment, I was pleased I’d done so.

I leaned over and pressed my chest against her back as I continued to slide in and out of her tight hole methodically.

“Fuck this feels good,” I breathed.

“Uh huh,” she grunted. “I’m uhhm. I’m going to…”

Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise. The feeling was magical. I’d told myself I was going to fuck Jess and that was it. It would be the beginning and the end of our sexual relationship. Now that I was balls deep in glorious twat, had no idea how I could ever walk away from her.

It had been years since I’d been in a relationship – or had sex – but I had my reasons for refraining from both. Mentally committing to fuck her was a huge step for me. Giving any more of myself than that was a risk I hadn’t been willing to take since my placement in the program.

Yet. At that moment, I could think of nothing else.

She arched her back and yanked against the cargo cover as an orgasm took control of her. The two or three strokes I took while she was lost in sexual ecstasy were all that I could handle. With reluctance, but to keep my word, I retracted my hips, crouched behind her, and buried my face between her legs.

“Holy shit, Vince. I can’t…” she pleaded.

I pressed my thumbs against the inside of her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy open wide enough for me to tongue-fuck her into oblivion.

I flicked my tongue against her clit a few times, and then buried it deep inside of her. Lost in the thought of satisfying her to no end, I continued to tongue bang her until her legs went weak.

As she howled her satisfaction out into the afternoon’s silence, I pulled her ass against my face firm, forcing my tongue deeper into her. The click click sound of her repositioning her heels on the asphalt gave warning of her spreading her legs a little wider. With her wider stance, my face went deeper yet, bringing with it a new measure of satisfaction.

For me, bringing a woman to climax by licking her pussy was better than having an orgasm.

She continued to wail as she had repeated orgasms, each one a few seconds from the other. When her knees gave out, I stopped, and lifted her into the back of the SUV.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I can’t…I can’t stand up,” she stammered. “My legs went all wonky.”

“That’s what I wanted.”

She looked at me like she had no idea who I was. “Where did you come from?”’

“Huh?

“Jesus, Mister. You’re like a dream come true. I just. Holy crap. You can lick a pussy, can’t you?”

Standing behind the car with my jeans around my knees, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “I like it.”

Curled into a ball in the cargo area of the SUV, she looked me over. “Take off your shirt.”

I did as she asked.

She stretched herself lengthwise, and rolled onto her back. With her head hanging out of the back of the vehicle, she looked up and me and smiled. “My turn,” She licked her lips. “Fuck my mouth. Hard.”

I exhaled heavily. “Seriously?”

“Just. If I tap your leg, let me take a breath,” she said with a laugh. “Other than that, I’m good to go.”

“Just remember,” I said as I guided my cock into her mouth. “You asked for it.”

She wrapped her lips around the shaft, and then winked.

Seeing that level of attitude from a woman wasn’t something I was used to, and I liked it. Her confidence, playful nature, and ability to be herself in my presence was reassuring. Jess was different, there was no doubt about it. She’d already proven it when we encountered Marty, and she was further reassuring me with each passing moment.

I began to slowly work my shaft in and out of her mouth. It felt heavenly having her lips wrapped around my cock, and whatever she was doing with her tongue was driving me crazy. After a few strokes, my breathing became labored, warning me that the end was near.

I don’t know if she realized I was on the verge of climax, or if she simply got bored with the predictable movement of my hips, but she stretched her arms out, grabbed my ass in her hands, and pulled my hips against her face. I gasped at the sight of my entire length disappearing into her throat.

“Holy shit.” I gazed down at her cock-filled mouth. “That feels so fucking good.”

She held my cock deep in her throat for several seconds, and then tapped her hand against my leg playfully.

I pulled myself from her mouth and gazed down at her in amazement.

She sucked a breath and grinned. “Again.”

Then, she repeated the magnificent act.

I arched my back.

My scrotum tightened. My jaw clenched. Two years of tension, sexual frustration, and work-related agony balled up inside of me, expanded, and then exploded.

While the cum drained from the tip of my throbbing cock, her eyes smiled.

Mentally weakened by an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced, I smiled in return. “You’re fucking amazing.”

At that moment, I knew very little. One thing that was crystal clear, however, was that I needed to find a way to include Jess in my life without jeopardizing who I created and what I built.

Finding a way to do so, however, would require a miracle.