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Chapter Nine

"What am I?" He asks. "Tell me where to drop you off, we are leaving the main road." I give him the coordinates in a few words and he nods.

"You have some things and that's enough for you." He laughs, analyzing me from top to bottom, I give a wry smile as a challenge.

"Is that bad?" The question is ridiculous, I conclude that he doesn't understand what I mean.

"It is when it comes down to it. When having it all comes into your idea of a fulfilled life." He is silent as he turns down a street, he seems to be driving slower now.

"You know me so well in just a few hours?" He didn't deny my judgment. I'm allowing myself to smile at his lack of depth.

"No, Mr. Moser, I know very little about you. What I know about you is only a layer of what you show socially." He smiles, and I can see through the headlights of other cars on his face that he's biting his lips.

"Would you like to know more?" I take a deep breath.

"I don't know, I don't think there's anything interesting to discover in you." This time he laughs out loud, the expression lines around his mouth showing an age range of 30 to 40 at most.

"You're cruel." I shrug, and my silence causes him to share his attention with the traffic and me. "Earlier today you seemed... excited." He remembers, worse, he had noticed that moment when my mind had gone to a dirtier side of my subconscious. I don't answer and he's smiling with satisfaction. "It's funny, the way you squeezed your legs, your lips parted..." He described my mannerisms with his hands, gesturing as if he were presenting me with a thesis. I wasn't thinking about you, I thought, "Were you uncomfortable?" I worry, but I feel his teasing stimulating my carnal side.

"I was."

"I don't think so."

"I was nervous because it was my first..."

"You seemed horny." The word makes me stop, my eyes wider than usual, I can feel his smug gaze on me. I looked away and realized that we were almost in front of Jessie's apartment as we turned the next street. The street was empty, only a few cars passed us with their lights on, but the window of this car was so dark that no one could see us inside. I look at him, his body turned toward me, his hand on the wheel, waiting for an answer. I accept the challenge.

"Mr. Moser, I'm afraid your misjudgment of me means you don't know when a woman is horny or not." That smile irritated me more than anything, the silence between us urging me to stare at his mouth. His lips were thinner than the other man's, everything about him was less, at least to me.

"You make me curious." I laugh.

"Come on, stop. You say that to everyone." He considers my words, his body coming dangerously close, but I don't hold back, his right hand resting on the back of the seat while the other lands on his lap, an action that makes me rightfully look at the fabric of the pants tucked into his thighs.

"Does it matter?"

"No. Your shallowness makes me feel sorry for you, but it doesn't make me find you any less attractive. Unfortunately, you have a beautiful face." I bit my tongue and the words came out. That face was masculine, and I was thirsty, thirsty, and stagnant in debt from the night before. I moved closer.

"How far does your pity for me go, Dakota?" The question is laced with cynicism and sarcasm I dislike, but the speech itself stirs my body, my mind. I had imagined his words to be flawless, urging me in just the proper way, but unfortunately, there is a tone in his voice that doesn't fit, there is pure pride and ego, and I wish there was urgency and devotion... well, that this other man had shown me so intensely.

"It is infinite." My lips open, releasing the air I held in, my eyes with pure desire at the scene I had fragmented for us.

That's enough for him, his body leaning in and kissing me cunningly.

I cling to his collar, surrendering to the living desire that burns within me. His lips kiss me eagerly, for that is what I have made him feel. I kiss him urgently, forcing him to match my rhythm, our tongues entwining like swords drawn to each other. I sigh between our lips and put my free hands on his chest, touching his hair, and his neck, feeling the tight muscles of his stomach. I hear his heavy breathing and bite my lip in satisfaction.

"Tell me, do I look horny now?" I look into his eyes and nibble on my lip. "Because I'm sure you do." My gaze travels down his chest to the bulge in his pants, and I feel his hot breath on my fringe. "You look serious now, where's your smile?" I tease him by touching his beautiful, personality-free face and see his eyes close, the failed attempt at self-control. I take satisfaction in watching him fail.

"Yes...you were excited and you are now." He swallows dryly as he looks over me, his hands slowly sliding down my silhouette. "Seeing you like this makes me horny." I smile mischievously, but my eyes have the serenity of someone confident. I kiss him, pressing his wet lips against mine and making my way to his neck, licking and nibbling there, his reaction making me even more certain of what to do next.

"Do you want me to touch it?" I whisper in his ear, my fingers darting to caress his hard dick under his pants. Adrien takes a deep breath and holds my hair in confirmation.

I undo a few buttons of his shirt with my fingers and feel the warm and soft skin of his chest, kissing and licking him there until my attention is exclusively on his pants. I smile and slowly unzip him, revealing the hard bulge under his underwear. He moans softly and his fingers gently caress my hair. I pull his cock out of his pants with my right hand, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Do you regret it?"

"What?" I lick the glans of his penis in a provocative act before holding him in my hands and enveloping his sweetness with the warmth of my mouth. I feel him twitch, his sigh encouraging me to go deeper. I come back and close my eyes, his fingers...oh my, his rough fingers that once touched me hold my chin, my face close to his erection like an idealized fetish. I wished I could whisper his name, but I didn't know it, I just memorized every part of his face and touch, imagined him in my mind, and that man immediately became the gray-haired, ruggedly handsome, perverse man I had so cruelly rejected. I wanted to make him pay, indirectly.

"You are weak because now I'm here on my knees in front of you and you can't say that you don't want me. Weak because you want me and you fought against it." I whisper the words incoherently, my pussy contracting in pleasure with each word I let out. I hear him moan with every breath of my voice. I laugh softly, biting my lips. "That's it, baby, you can't go back."

"God...Dakota. You're crazy and it's making me harder." I smile and hold his cock nimbly, my mouth enveloping it again. It doesn't feel like the same stiffness I felt over his pants the other day, but it didn't matter, this man was getting what I owed him and what he owed me: devotion.

Indirectly, I was punishing him for being so thoughtful, rude, and skillful. I imagined him sitting there with his thick thighs pressing against my shoulders, his gray eyes looking at me with approval, while his lips spewed curses and dirty words at me. I remember his deep, husky voice that used to frighten me and now moaned to me in pleasure, I felt the gray hairs on his arms, his firm hands, and his old tattoos from his youth on display for me. I moaned with his penis in my mouth and sucked it with fervor, my tongue massaging it.

"Dakota..." He sighs, his now different voice waking me from my fantasy. I open my eyes and see him sigh, his face beautiful but different from the one I had imagined. In a final act, I take him deep into my mouth and feel him tremble, his cum wetting my mouth. I swallow obediently and rise from my position. Adrien is panting and that was my cue. I get out of the car and walk quickly into the building. He doesn't follow me.

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