“N-no. Just… tired.” I shook my head fast and gripped the edge of the seat until my fingers ached.

He started driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on his thigh. Every bump in the road made the toy shift and thrust inside me; my pussy clenched around it, soaking wet and making soft, filthy sounds if anyone had been listening closely enough. I crossed my legs and hunched forward, trying to hide how badly I was shaking.

“Sit up straight,” Damien said calmly.

I obeyed without thinking. The new angle made the toy hit a spot that sent stars exploding behind my eyes, and...