Mia’s blush was undeniable, even in the darkening light. She eventually gave up trying to hide it. “Would you still be willing to fight for a — camgirl?” Mia said, finally admitting what she believed was a tightly kept secret.
Jordan didn’t bother to act baffled, although he was surprised that she told him in public of all places. “I’m guessing that’s what got the car fixed?”
What? Why isn’t he freaking out? Is he seriously cool with this? Mia thought.
“Yeah…” she replied.
“Is this camgirl being safe and not giving out any personal information?”
“Of course. I swear! I just found this site one day while I was looking for jobs and… It seemed like something that I could do at home. I thought you’d be a lot more upset,” Mia chuckled nervously.
“Why? As long as you’re being safe. Plus, you get to feel good on the job. Of course, I’d want that for my babygirl.”
“Really? You really enjoy me feeling good so much that you don’t mind?”
“I don’t know if I ever told you this before, but I’m addicted to making sure the women of my life are satisfied,” Jordan whispered, taking a lick from Mia’s cone.
Jordan’s words sent a chill down Mia’s spine colder than the evening wind. She watched as Jordan licked her scoop with a smile and she smiled nervously in return. The way her body shivered when she was burning with lust began happening again. When Jordan pulled away from the cone, Mia looked deeply into his brown eyes.
“Prove it to me,” she said with a gasp.
Jordan smiled, tossing his ice cream cone into a nearby bin.
“Stand up,” Jordan said.
Mia tilted her head, smiled and did as she was told.
“What now?” she asked with a hand on her hip.
Jordan used the spot were Mia was sitting to lay his back down flat. Wrapping one hand around his stomach, he looked at Mia.
“Take off your panties,” Jordan said.
Mia blinked her eyes frantically in surprise as she dropped her ice cream.
“What? What did you say? What if someone sees?” she asked nervously with a hand clutching at the neckline of her dress.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Jordan rasped, looking at Mia with stern eyes.
He was being playful with his demand, but it was one he expected her to follow. Mia gasped at the sound of his voice; she loved the idea of him making her do whatever he liked. She had no reason to disobey; in fact, she felt a guilty pleasure in Jordan’s dominant gesture.
“Yes, Daddy,” Mia responded, removing her panties within three seconds. She didn’t bother to tease or pull them down slowly, but she did as she was told.
“Good girl,” Jordan said with a smile, tapping his cheek. “Come sit.”
Mia was thrilled at the idea of showing Jordan the pussy she had rubbed and fingered every night for a month, and Jordan was even happier to finally gaze upon it. She climbed on top of him with her knees on the bench, straddling his chest and slowly moving her hips up to his face. She didn’t rush and didn’t take her time either, but enjoyed the feeling of her wet lips gliding along his chest. She froze when her hips were at his neck.