Chapter 139 Diana

• I wiped at my face, hating the vulnerability, the crack in my voice. Crying in front of her, the man who'd always been the strong one, the mentor.
• But she didn't mock; instead, her expression softened, hand reaching out again, this time gentle on my arm. "Ezra, listen to me. I get it—the guilt, everything you can think of. But I've tried ignoring it. Every day in that garage, seeing you, it builds. And my fantasies... they're not just dreams. I imagine us here, in this car. You pulling over like this, but instead of stopping, you grab me, shove my face against the window, yank my jeans down, and fuck me from behind. Hard. The glass fogging with my breath, your hand over my mouth so no one hears. Or me straddling you, riding your cock while you drive, the risk making it intense. Snow falling outside, but inside, sweat and cum and moans. I've come so many times thinking about it, fingers deep in my pussy, whispering your name."
• Her words wove through me like smoke, igniting the fire I'd banked. Car sex fantasies—raw, urgent, fitting her bold nature. I pictured it vividly: her ass in the air, pussy exposed and dripping, my hips slamming forward, balls slapping against her clit. The confined space amplifying every thrust, her tits swinging, nipples grazing the leather seat. My cock throbbed painfully now, fully erect, pre-cum soaking through. The tears dried on my cheeks as resolve crumbled. Fuck it. The betrayal, the risk—it all paled against the need. Against her.