a coy look. “I gave myself permission.”
I cluck my tongue, right her dress, and tug her over my lap. She squeals and giggles even as she protests, but when I position her with my hand on her lower back, she wriggles like a little puppy.
I smack her ass good and hard. “That’s for fighting daddy,” I say, with a teasing lecture in my tone. I part her legs, shove the panties aside, and finger her hot, slick entrance.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, parting her legs even further.
I remove my hand just long enough to spank her again. She bucks and squeals, but a second later, she’s moaning as I stroke my fingers to her core again, pausing only long enough to circle her clit.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Take daddy’s fingers, baby. Let yourself go.”
The car cruises on as she wriggles her hips and I stroke her clit. I bend down, nibbling her ear as I finger her, until she’s moaning, on the cusp of release.
“Come for daddy, baby,” I coax, and it’s all that she needs. Moments later she’s moaning and whimpering, writhing against my hand as her powerful climax overtakes her. I milk every spasm, wringing it out of her, and before she’s done coming, I lay her on the plush leather seat beside me.
“Spread those legs,” I order, as I unzip myself and take my cock out.
She obeys, her eyes sex-sated and lust-filled as I glide my cock between her legs. She’s so hot, so wet, and I groan when I tease the tip of my cock over her clit. She whimpers and moans, until I glide myself into her tight, hot pussy.
“Fucckkk,” I groan, as the walls of her pussy clench around me. “Jesus, baby.”
I lower myself over her, working a rhythm that makes her moan and gasp, her eyelids fluttering closed with the thrust of my hips. Her pussy welcomes my cock, her body begging for more with every stroke.
“Miranda,” I groan. “You feel so good, baby.”
She whimpers, but smiles, her hips rising to meet me as I thrust. “Take it, daddy. I want you.” There’s a catch in her throat and tears in her eyes as she whispers. “I want us, again. Together.”
I stroke again and again, every movement bringing us closer together, reuniting us. I welcome her little moans and squeals of pleasure.
“So fucking good,” I groan. This is what we needed, right here, this reconnection. “My baby needs to come again. Can you come again for daddy, baby?”
She nods, her arms encircling me as I chase my release and she milks my cock.
“Yes, daddy,” she breathes. “Oh hell yes. Please, daddy. So damn good. So. Good.”
Her legs wrap around me as I thrust again, until her head falls back and she screams my name.
“Gabriel!” She’s panting, writhing, coming as I spill my seed in her, my own groans of release mingling with hers. I lose myself to this, to this moment of her surrender and our coming back together, until we’re both panting and sated.
“That was so fucking good,” she groans, with a little moan. “So good.”
I kiss her cheek, brushing damp tendrils aside. “We needed that.”
She sighs in contentment. “We did.”
I push the button to speak with the driver, and order us back to the hospital. “Sorry, I say, not at all sorry. “Change of plans. Please take us back.”
“Yes, sir. Certainly, sir.”
We head back. She tells me what her mother said about me, and how what her mother said was the impetus for her coming to find me.
She sighs. “And she was right. Thank God, she was right, Gabriel. I honestly think if Lexi hadn’t found out Tom was cheating on her, I wouldn’t have been as troubled by what you did.”
I nod slowly. Makes sense. Her sister’s ex was about to marry her, had the nerve to cheat on her, then the two of them were more sensitive than they normally would be.
“And I’m so sorry,” she says. “I mean, I was a little freaked out, not gonna lie. You have to understand that I coach my girls about safety. We have classes and seminars on being safe with your clients and how to avoid people that are too clingy or possessive.”
I wince. “Touché.”
She smiles, placing a hand on my cheek and holding my gaze. “But I’m honored you were into me. I really am. No more of the snooping, though, right?”
I shake my head. “Of course not, baby.”
“Not that I have anything to hide,” she says