LILA.

“Type it.”

My phone lit the back seat. Mia’s message sat there like a loaded gun.

*did daddy get u home safe or do I need to come get her*

His cock twitched inside me. He was getting hard again already, stretching me from the inside while I tried to make my thumbs work.

I typed.

*yes. home. go to sleep.*

He watched the screen until it sent. Then he took the phone, turned it off, and tossed it on the floor mat.

“Good. Now give me that last one.”

He hooked my knees higher and started moving. The engine hummed under us. The windows were white with steam....