CHAPTER 2: BIGGER THAN HIS FATHERDELILAH'S POV

“Well,” I sigh, stretching dramatically, arching my back in a way that pushes my wet tits forward so my hard nipples strain against the soaked fabric. “Looks like we’re going to be here a while. Why don’t you recline your seat and rest, baby? Close your eyes. I’ll wake you when we start moving.”

He looks at me suspiciously. “Why?”

“Because you’ve been driving for two hours and you look tired.” I pat his thigh — high up, close enough to his erection that my fingers almost brush the throbbing heat of his cock. “Go on. Stepmom’s orders.”

He hesitates, but the heat...