The engine cuts off, and the sudden silence is louder than the hum of the car had been. My fingers tighten around the door handle, knuckles pale under the harsh prison parking lot lights. I step out, my dress riding up my thighs as I round the hood. The gravel crunches under my heels, and I keep my eyes locked on the ground, too shy to meet his gaze head-on. But then I feel it—his presence, massive and warm, like a furnace turned up too high.
Ace steps around me, and I glance up without meaning to. His sweats hang low on his hips, the fabric straining against something that makes my stomach flip. He’s all lean muscle and raw power, and when he pauses in front of me, I can’t help but notice the way his cock tents the thin material. *Fuck. He’s hard.* And big. My mouth waters just thinking about it.
He doesn’t speak at first. Just studies me, his dark eyes burning into mine as he reaches out. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking just enough to make me gasp. Before I can overthink it, his mouth crashes into mine, hot and demanding. His tongue sweeps inside, tasting like mint and something darkly sweet. I melt against him, my hands flying to his chest, nails digging in as he devours me.
“You taste like sin,” he growls against my lips before biting my lower one. “I knew you would.”
I whimper, my body already aching for more. His free hand slides down, gripping my ass and hauling me against him. I can feel his cock, thick and heavy, pressing into my stomach. It’s intoxicating.
Ace pulls back just enough to smirk. “Get in the car, baby. But first—” His hand slides up my thigh, fingers hooking into the hem of my dress. He tugs it up just enough to expose the lace covering my pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
I bite my lip, my fingers trembling as I obey. The passenger seat is still warm from my body, the leather creaking as I sink into it. Ace doesn’t waste a second. He’s in the driver’s seat in a flash, his hand immediately reaching over. His fingers twist in my hair again, yanking my head back.
“You want this cock, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Daddy.”
His chuckle is low and wicked. “Good girl. Now tell me—how long do you think you can suck my dick while I drive?”
My pulse spikes. “I—I don’t know.”
“Try again.”
“I’ll take it all the way down my throat,” I promise, meeting his gaze. “For as long as you want.”
His eyes darken. “That’s my girl.” He pulls my dress down just enough to free my tits, his thumb rolling over a stiff nipple. “Play with them. Pinch those little nipples for me.”
I obey, my fingers twisting my own peaks as he reaches into his sweats. His cock springs free, thick and veiny, the head already glistening. My mouth waters.
Ace smirks. “What the fuck are you waiting for? If you love me like you said you would, you’d already be on it.”
I swallow hard. “Yes, Daddy.”
Before I can second-guess myself, I lower my head, my tongue flicking over the tip. He groans, his hips jerking slightly. I take him deeper, my throat relaxing as I hollow my cheeks. His cock is so big, stretching my lips wide, but I love the way he fills me. The way he smells—clean but musky, all male.
My free hand sneaks between my thighs, my dress rucked up enough to give me access. I’m dripping wet, my clit throbbing as I press two fingers against it. A moan vibrates around his cock, and his grip on my hair tightens.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I pull back just enough to gasp, my saliva dripping down his shaft. “It’s your pussy,” I pant. “Not mine.”
Ace’s eyes burn into mine. “Damn right it is.” He shoves my head back down, forcing me to take him deeper. “Now suck it like you mean it.”
I obey, bobbing my head faster, my fingers working my clit in tight circles. The car’s interior is filled with the wet sounds of my mouth, my moans, his grunts. I can feel my orgasm building, my thighs trembling.
Ace must notice. His hand leaves my hair, sliding under my dress to grip my hip. “You gonna come for me, baby?” he growls. “Or do I need to punish you for touching what’s mine?”
I whimper, my fingers moving faster. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” he snaps. “Come on my cock.”
The words push me over the edge. My back arches, a broken cry tearing from my throat as my pussy clenches around nothing. Ace groans, his hips stuttering. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
But he’s not done with me. His grip on my hip tightens, and before I can catch my breath, he yanks me onto his lap. My dress is hiked up around my waist, his cock already lined up with my entrance.
“Ride me,” he orders, his voice rough. “I want to feel that tight cunt take every inch.”
I don’t hesitate. I sink down onto him, my pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, my walls clenching around him as I ride him slow at first, then faster. His hands grip my ass, helping me bounce on him.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Just like that. Take that dick like a good girl.”
I can feel myself getting close again, my clit rubbing against his pelvis with every movement. His mouth finds my nipple, sucking hard as I fuck him.