Lia stirred against my chest, her fingers tracing idle circles over my abs as she pressed a soft kiss just below my collarbone. Her body was warm, pliant, and still faintly marked from the way we had gone at it. That shy-yet-feral contrast was going to ruin me.

"Round two?" she whispered, voice husky with renewed heat. Her thigh slid higher, brushing my half-hard cock.

I groaned, tempted as hell. My hand cupped her ass, squeezing the faint red print I’d left there. "Fuck, I want to. I would keep you here all night, bent over that window with the city watching."

But the clock on the nightstand mocked me. I was already late, way too late, for the meet-up I couldn’t skip. Business didn’t wait, even for a girl who had just called me daddy while creaming on my cock.

I kissed the top of her head. "Can’t tonight, baby. I’m already pushing it. Rain check? Soon. Very soon."

She pouted but nodded, understanding flickering in those lighter eyes. No drama, just quiet acceptance. That made her even hotter.

We cleaned up quickly, her slipping back into the university uniform while I dressed. The pleated skirt and white blouse looked even more obscene now that I knew exactly what was underneath, how she tasted, how she moaned, how she begged.

Before we left the suite, I pulled out my phone. "Contacts. Now."

We exchanged numbers. I transferred a generous amount into her account, enough to cover whatever she needed without making it feel transactional after what we’d just shared. She glanced at the notification, cheeks flushing again, but she didn’t argue.

"Thank you," she said softly.

I tilted her chin up. "Don’t thank me for that. This isn’t just business anymore, Lia. Not after tonight."

We rode the elevator down in silence, my hand at the small of her back. The valet brought the Vellanti around. I tipped him well and slid behind the wheel. Lia climbed in, skirt riding up her thighs again as she settled into the passenger seat. The sight alone had me thickening in my pants.

Traffic hit us hard the moment we pulled out. Downtown was a snarl of lights and honking—peak evening rush bleeding into night. Red brake lights stretched ahead like a sea.

I drummed my fingers on the wheel, jaw tight. Then an idea hit, dark and filthy, fueled by the memory of her soaked panties and that "daddy" whimper.

"Lia."

She looked over, expectant.

"Take your panties off."

Her eyes widened, darting to the cars around us. "Here? Now?"

I kept my voice low, commanding. "Right now. Then climb over here and straddle me. I want you on my cock while I drive through this mess."

Her breath hitched sharply. That mix of embarrassment and thrill flashed across her face, the same one from earlier when she had bunched her skirt up in the seat.

She glanced left and right. A truck idled beside us; the driver was staring at his phone, but anyone taller could easily see into the low-slung Vellanti. The risk made her nipples tighten visibly against her blouse.

"Fuck," she breathed, but her hands were already moving. She lifted her hips, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of those plain white panties, and slid them down her legs. The damp fabric caught briefly on her sneakers before she stuffed them into the glovebox. Her cheeks were burning crimson.

"Good girl." I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock, already rock-hard again. "Come here."

She moved with shaky eagerness, hiking her skirt up around her waist as she climbed over the console. The car lurched forward a few feet in traffic and she steadied herself on my shoulders.

Her bare, still-swollen pussy hovered over me, glistening. I gripped her hip with one hand, steering with the other as I guided her down.

The head of my cock parted her slick folds. She sank onto me slowly, inch by inch, a broken moan escaping her lips as her tight heat enveloped me. No condom this time, the risk, the heat of her raw, made everything sharper. She was soaked from earlier, but still deliciously snug.

"Shit~Lukas..." She settled fully, ass resting on my thighs, my cock buried to the hilt inside her. Her walls fluttered around me, adjusting. The pleated skirt fanned out over us, barely hiding the fact that she was impaled on me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her steady as traffic crept forward. "Ride me slow. Don’t let anyone see how much of a slut you are for daddy right now."

The word made her clench hard. She started moving, subtle rolls of her hips at first, grinding more than bouncing so we wouldn’t draw too much attention.

But her breathing was ragged, tits pressed against my chest through her blouse. Every time the car stopped, she sank deeper, circling her hips so my cock rubbed that spot inside her that made her whimper.

A sedan pulled up beside us. The woman in the passenger seat glanced over idly, then did a double-take. Lia froze for a second, but the attention only made her wetter. I felt the fresh rush of slick heat around my shaft.

"She can’t see," I murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe. "But she suspects. Keep going."

Lia moaned softly and obeyed, rising and sinking in short, controlled strokes. The wet sounds of her pussy taking me were barely masked by the engine and traffic noise.

I kept one hand on the wheel, the other sliding under her skirt to rub her clit in firm circles. Her head fell to my shoulder, dark hair spilling across my shirt.

"Fuck, you’re dripping down my balls," I growled. "Such a good girl, taking daddy’s cock in traffic like this."

"Daddy..." The word slipped out again, needy and quiet. She rocked faster when the light turned green, using the momentum of the car’s movement.

Her thighs trembled around my hips. Every stop-and-go thrust pushed me deeper. I could feel her getting closer already, walls rippling, breath coming in hot little pants against my neck.

I spanked her ass lightly under the skirt, the sound muffled. She jerked and clenched, a fresh gush coating me. "Again," she whispered.

I obliged, smacking the other cheek while we idled behind a bus. The risk was insane—windows tinted but not enough for this, her uniform obvious, my cock stretching her open in plain view if anyone looked hard enough. It turned us both on more than it should have.

Her pace grew less controlled. She was riding me properly now, skirt bouncing, tits jiggling against me with each downward thrust. I pinched her nipple through her blouse and she cried out, the sound louder than she meant.

"Someone’s going to hear you," I teased, voice rough. "They’ll know exactly what a filthy university girl you are, creaming on dick in the middle of downtown."

"I don’t care~ ah~ please, harder." She ground down, taking every inch. I thrust up to meet her when traffic allowed, the angle perfect for hitting her G-spot. My fingers worked her clit faster. She was shaking, close.

"Come for me, baby. Let daddy feel it."

The orgasm ripped through her. Lia buried her face in my neck to muffle her moan, but her pussy spasmed violently around my cock, milking me in tight, rhythmic pulses.

Her juices soaked my lap. I kept driving, barely, through gritted teeth, one arm locked around her as she trembled and rode out the waves.

The traffic finally thinned a little. I found a slightly less congested stretch and fucked up into her with sharper snaps of my hips, chasing my own release. "Gonna fill you up," I growled. "You want that?"

"Yes~ yes, daddy, please~"

I buried myself deep and came hard, pulsing inside her with thick ropes of cum. She whimpered at the warmth, clenching like she wanted to keep every drop. We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy.

Eventually, she lifted off with a wet sound, cum already leaking down her thighs. She slipped back into the passenger seat, flushed and glowing, quickly pulling her skirt down.

I handed her some tissues from the console, but she just smiled that dazed, satisfied smile and left it, wearing the evidence of what we’d done.

I adjusted myself and zipped up, the city finally opening up ahead. "You’re dangerous, Lia. I’m keeping you."

She leaned over, kissed my jaw, and whispered, "Good. Because I want more. Whenever you say, daddy."

I dropped her off a few blocks from her place, watching her walk away on slightly unsteady legs, uniform a little rumpled, my cum still inside her. My phone buzzed with a new message from her before I even pulled away.

Lia: Already sore. Already thinking about next time.

I grinned in the dark. This was only the beginning.