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TABITHA

T yson surprised me by showing up at school again, wanting to take me to dinner. I didn’t have anything going on, so I agreed. I have struggled with whatever this is between us—still struggling with it, actually. There’s part of me that knows this is wrong. That I shouldn’t be getting myself mixed up with a man I know to be a criminal.

There is just something about him that won’t let me walk away. Something about him that’s got me hooked and won’t let me go. I’ve never met anybody like him. I’ve never had somebody capture my imagination the way he has. Despite knowing what he is and what he does, I feel like I’m being held in some sort of thrall. The more I try to push him away, the more I find that I’m unable to.

We seem to have found a happy medium between us. We enjoy our time together and enjoy each other and avoid talking about what he does for a living. I know it’s not sustainable. Sooner or later, the reality of the situation is going to descend, and I’ll be forced to make some difficult decisions. That day isn’t today. For now, I’m just going to enjoy what we have and let the future sort itself out as it comes.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

I offer him a small smile. “Nothing really.”

Tyson’s expression tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about but decides against pressing me to talk about it. Perhaps he, too, just wants to enjoy the moment rather than focusing on an uncertain, murky future. Thunder rumbles overhead, and the rain crashes down on the roof of the car like a waterfall. It’s loud. Almost deafening. Some might find the noise harsh or grating, but the rain has always calmed me. I’ve always found it to be a soothing, even sultry sound.

We’re sitting in the parking lot back at school. After dinner, he drove me back to campus to get my car. At that time of night, the lot is virtually empty. It’s a ghost town. It’s kind of eerie. I turn to Tyson and see him looking back at me with that gleam of desire in his eyes that puts a quiver not just in my belly but between my thighs.

“I don’t need to even ask what you’re thinking,” I say.

“Probably not.”

With a giggle, I climb into the back set of his Escalade, then crook my finger at him. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“In the car? You are a dirty little girl.”

“What can I say? You bring out a whole different side of me.”

“I’m glad.”

He climbs over the console with a hearty chuckle, and when he’s seated, I leap into his lap, straddling him, and slip my arms around his neck.

“Is this weird?” I ask.

“It’s fucking hot.”

He slides his hand onto the back of my neck and pulls me forward. Our mouths crash together, and he forces his tongue into my mouth, his kiss so hard and passionate, it takes my breath away. His tongue lashes mine, and I feel him growing hard beneath me. I grind myself against his thickening cock, my pussy growing hot and wet, and kiss him just as ferociously.

“We probably don’t have much time until security comes by,” I say breathlessly.

“Then we better be quick,” he replies.

Reaching down, I quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He raises his hips and slips his long, thick cock out of his pants. He gives me a seductive smile as he slides his hands up my thighs, making me shiver, his fingers leaving trails of fire along my flesh. He pulls my panties to the side then helps guide me onto the end of his staff. My gaze locked onto his, I bite my bottom lip as I sink down onto him, taking him deep into me. When I’m seated on him, his cock buried to the hilt within me, I throw my head back and gasp.

“God, that feels so fucking good,” I groan.

He grabs my chin and pulls my head down, forcing me to look him in the eye. The corner of his mouth quirks upward.

“You’re such a dirty little girl,” he says, his voice thick.

“You know it.”

“Then show me how dirty you are,” he says. “Fuck me, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Gripping his shoulders, I thrust myself up and down on his cock. He’s so large, it’s still a little uncomfortable, but he also has me so wet, he slides into me with ease. He leans forward and kisses my neck, making me giggle. Tyson slides his hands around, slipping them beneath my skirt, and grabs my ass, giving one cheek a firm smack that makes me gasp.

“Fuck me harder,” he grumbles.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Tightening my grip on his shoulders, I bounce myself harder and faster, impaling myself on his rigid staff. The sound of our bodies clapping fills my ears, sending rivers of juices pouring out of me. Tyson slaps my ass again, then grabs hold of my throat with his free hand, squeezing it good and hard. I grab hold of his wrist, rolling my hips as I grind myself on his cock.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” I cry.

My face is turning red as he cuts off my air, heightening the intensity of having him so deep in me. With one hard thrust of his hips, I topple over the edge. My cry as I come drowns out the peal of thunder that crashes overhead. Tyson gives my throat another hard squeeze, prolonging my orgasm, but then lets me go, and I draw in a long, loud breath, trying to catch my wind.

My entire body tingles, and I shudder as a smile crosses my face. I look down at Tyson and bite my bottom lip.

“Your turn, Daddy,” I say. “Fill me up.”

His lips curl back over his teeth, and there’s a deep rumble in his chest. “Make me come, baby girl. Make me come hard.”

I lean forward and kiss him hard as I start to bounce on his cock again. Up and down, harder and faster. My insides feel like they’re on fire, and I’ve never been wetter in my life. I fuck him hard, drawing long, sensual groans from Tyson as I ride him. He swells inside of me, and I know he’s close. I have him right where I want him. My legs are burning with the effort, and my breathing is ragged, but I fuck him even harder.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re going to make me come,” he grunts.

Leaning down, my lips brush his ear, and I feel him shudder. “Come for me, Daddy,” I whisper. “Give me that hot fucking load.”

He cries out, and I feel him erupt inside of me. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down onto him, sinking his cock even deeper as he spurts, filling me with his seed. Feeling spent but satisfied, I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder and nuzzling against his neck. Tyson wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tight. It’s a moment of tenderness that surprises me but one that fills me with a sense of contentment I never knew I could feel. Especially not with somebody like Tyson.

A hard rapping on the window makes me jump, and a short scream bursts from my mouth. It’s followed by a blindingly bright light. Thank God the windows are so steamed up, the security guard on the other side of the glass can’t see in, although I’m sure he’s not a moron who can’t figure out what’s going on in the car.

He uses the butt of his flashlight to rap on the glass again. “You all need to go,” he says, his voice muffled through the glass. “Campus is closed. Go and get a room somewhere, for fuck’s sake.”

I cringe, recognizing the voice, and bury my face in Tyson’s chest to stifle my embarrassed giggle.

“You hear me in there?” he calls.

“We hear you,” Tyson calls. “We’re going. Sorry, officer.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just be gone by the time I come back. Ten minutes,” he calls.

“Ten minutes,” Tyson confirms. “We’ll be gone.”

The security guard leaves, and we listen to the electric whine of the golf cart ebbing. Tyson and I look at each other and laugh. I bury my face in my hands. It’s mortifying, but honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time.