Dirty Owner

I know what he means.

I lift up on my tiptoes and kiss him.

“Well, I’m glad you were there and bought me,” I say honestly.

“Me too,” he says. We finish our walk and head back to his car.

The drive back to Ford’s place is silent. I listen to the hum of the vehicle and watch the trees fly by, one by one.

“When we get home I’m going to cook dinner for you,” he says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. You’ve been a very good girl today, and this is your reward.”

“Just the food?” I ask, sitting up in my seat.

“Was there something else that you wanted, baby?” he asks as he turns the corner.

“Nope,” I lie.

“Now, now, baby. You were doing so well. You were being such a good girl. But good girls don’t lie, do they?”

My body tensed. He could so easily read me.

“Are you a good girl, Aurora?” he asks.

“Um, well, I guess there is something I’d like.”

“Tell me, baby,” he orders me and pulls over to the side of the road.

Turning to me, he looks deep in my eyes. He knows what I’m going to say, but he wants me to say it. The way his lip curls and his eyes darken, his thoughts are very clear.

“I was thinking that my reward would be…sex. But if it’s dinner, that’s okay too.”

“Well, it could be both,” he says.

The tension in the car is thick and full of lust. Neither one of us moves. We look at each other, daring one another to make a move.

Ford acts first grabs my jaw and pulls me in for a hot and heavy kiss. He sinks his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it. I hear him moan and it vibrates through my whole body.

“Ah, fuck baby.” Ford pulls back and undoes my seat belt, pulling me onto his lap.

“Just a little bit now. Then we will have dinner and pick this up later. Okay, baby?”

“Okay.” I agree.

I lower myself onto Ford’s lap, feeling his hard cock through his pants, and rock myself on him. I’m sure that I’m leaving a wet mark on his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Make yourself come, Aurora.”

All Ford does is hold my hips and I move. The look in his eyes mirrors the heat of my movements. There’s something really hot about making myself come by rubbing my pussy on his cock when it’s hard in his pants.

I keep catching Ford looking at my chest, then back at my face. I figure I might as well show him what’s his. I lift my hands from his shoulders to the buttons on my dress. There are eight buttons going down the front of my dress. Ford’s breathing is heavy when I get to the last button. I open my dress, letting the material fall from my shoulders and pool at my waist. I didn’t wear a bra, so my bare chest is staring right at Ford, my movements making my breasts sway.

“Fuck, Aurora. Your tits are fucking perfect.”

Ford cups my breasts with his big hands. My hands go back to his shoulders as he leans forward and takes my left breast in his mouth. He flicks my nipple with his tongue and I cry out.