Mom’s eyes were still glued to the rearview mirror, squinting as if she were trying to decipher why we looked so damn guilty even in the shadows.

I felt Blake’s cock jump hard inside me the second she narrowed her focus. The sheer risk of it seemed to make him throb thicker, harder. His thumb never stopped—those slow, filthy circles on my clit were pressing just firm enough to keep me teetering on the edge of a total meltdown.

“She’s just spent,” Blake said, his voice as calm as a summer lake. It was chilling how easily he lied while buried balls-deep in his stepdaughter. “That noise? Probably just the...