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She’s spent all this time fighting me for control, and now that she finally has it, she’s enjoying every second. Watching my hands tighten around the wheel. Listening to my breathing fall apart. Learning exactly how far she can push before I break.

One of my hands leaves the wheel on instinct, reaching for her hair.

She catches my wrist before I can touch her and plants my hand firmly back where it belongs.

“Both hands, pretty boy.”

A rough laugh tears out of me. “You really think you’re in charge now, don’t you?”

“I don’t think.” Her eyes lift to mine, dark and smug beneath her lashes. “I know.”

“Mama, you have no idea what you’re starting.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

She presses her thumb firmly over the head of my cock, rubbing the sensitive tip in slow circles that send another brutal wave through me.

My jaw clenches. “You think you can wreck me and walk away?”

Her grin widens.

She doesn’t bother answering.

Instead, she slides me back between her lips, her mouth tightening around me before she starts moving again, faster this time. Her hand keeps pace, and the combined pressure coils through every muscle in my body like a spring being wound too fucking tight.

“Cece, I’m gonna—” I choke out, both hands locked around the wheel now, my knuckles white against the leather.

“Mmm, that's it.”

She doesn’t slow down.

The orgasm tears through me hard enough to rip a broken sound from my throat. My back arches off the seat as I come, and Cece swallows every fucking drop.

Normally, that would be the hottest shit ever.

But then she looks up at me, and all I can think is what a fucking waste.

I’d rather have that load buried deep inside her pussy, then use my fingers to push back anything that tried to drip out.

The thought completely fucks me up. My cock twitches in her mouth, already trying to get hard again while I fight to keep both hands locked around the wheel.

“Fucking hell, Mama.”

The final wave tears through me, leaving my whole body shaking, heavy and hollowed out, and barely capable of remembering where the fuck we’re even going.

Cece releases me with a pop and reaches into the glove box for a napkin. She wipes her mouth clean with slow, deliberate movements, entirely too calm for someone who just wrecked my entire fucking nervous system.

Then she settles into her seat, crosses her legs, and looks out the window like nothing happened.

“Now keep driving,” she says, a small, victorious smile pulling at her mouth.

I sit there trying to remember how lungs work while Cece calmly checks herself in the mirror.

She smooths her hair, fixes one hoop, and wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb before taking a drink of water like she didn’t just dismantle my entire fucking personality in the front seat of her Civic.

I stare at her. “You are fucking dangerous.”

“You’ll live.”