Page 105 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Well shit, there went that argument.

“I once heard this story about a couple who were making out and a gator ate them.”

I don’t know what kind of argument that was. It wasn’t even a good story, and judging by the brow Gio cocked my way, I’d say he agreed.

“A gator ate them?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t a very good excuse, was it?”

“No, and aren’t you supposed to be playing good girl?”

Damnit, I forgot all about that. Stupid Atlee.

“In fact…” He crooked his finger. “Come here.”

“I can’t. the console,” I tapped my hand on the center console, “is in the way.”

“I didn’t say sit there, I said come here.” He pointed at his lap.

Okay, that was just dangerous. “You’re driving.”

I don’t know about Gio but I didn’t want to die in a fiery car crash.

“I’ll be fine.”

Ugh, he wasn’t going to let me get out of this, was he? I was so going to murder Atlee tomorrow.

Huffing out a sigh, I slid over, climbed across the console and sat sideways Gio’s lap, with my legs out on the center console. “Happy?”

A smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “You didn’t really think I just wanted you to sit on my lap, did you?”

No, but one could hope.

“I want you to put your foot on the console and move your dress. I want to see your pussy.”

He couldn’t be serious? “What?”

“You heard me.”

If I told him to go fuck himself then I risked losing the bet. But if I did what Gio said then he won. Neither outcome was appealing. Therefore, I need to find a workaround. And there was only one I could think of.

Looking up at Gio, I batted my eyelashes, “haven’t I been through enough tonight?”

“Don’t try and play me with your puppy dog eyes. That shit doesn’t work on me. Now get a foot up there.”

“Fine.” I hissed. “But I hope my come stains your pants.”

I would laugh while he wasted money at the dry cleaners.

Gio dipped his head down and growled in my ear, “so do I.”

Son of a bitch.

How did I get in these situations? Oh right, I had no sense of self-preservation.

I lifted my foot and slammed my heel down on the console so Gio would know I wasn’t happy about it. After that I pushed the fabric covering me out of the way. I’d never felt more exposed in my life. The really humiliating part came when Gio’s eyes fell down and my walls pulsed, causing my delicate pink flesh to glisten with arousal.

“Fuck,” Gio groaned. “I’ve never seen a prettier pussy. And it’s all mine.”

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