innocent/inexperienced reader going out
getting pretty tipsy and texting dilf pat a picture in the bar bathroom, black top pulled up showing off your tits in a lace bra (he probably bought her) or just some simple cotton bralette. pat opening it and getting out of bed to pick you up, pulling up the the bar to watch you crawl into the passenger seat all flushed and giddy. having to emergency park in some side alley because your hand won’t stop rubbing over his semi and he’s about to crash
!!! this after Patrick broke it off with you because he was getting too attached and he’s too old for a fling like this. to be sneaking around and having sex in the back of his car like he’s seventeen years old. you cried about it for days and promised yourself you’d never ever talk to him again. eventually, you tell your friends (who vaguely knew of the hot older man you’d been hooking up with). they told you there’s no way he sticks to his word. that they always come crawling back, age doesn’t matter. and they were right—within ten minutes of you snapping a picture of yourself with your skirt hiked up and your bra showing, Patrick is texting you that he’s coming to get you. his own way of saying he misses you. and you’re so happy to be in his truck again with his hand on your leg and his cologne tickling the back of your throat that you’re all smiles. staring at his profile and how his thumb taps the leather seam of his steering wheel because he hit another red light and your foot is rubbing against his dick. Patrick swings the car around to park in an abandoned bank’s parking lot and grabs your jaw to give you a filthy kiss, all tongue and disappointment in himself for being so weak. He all but pushes you into the backseat while he undoes his belt.
“you missed me, honey?” he asks, spreading his legs and tapping his lap for you to straddle him.
you nod, finger tracing up his stomach from under his shirt. so confident, yet strangely shy.
“yeah? show me how much.” He’s quick to push his pants down so they pool around his ankles and you move your panties to the side and sink down on his cock easily, wet from the anticipation, from him just being here with you, paying attention to you.
your moans are drawn out as you fuck him slowly, wanting to feel every ridge of his cock, the pull of his tip nudging against your entrance. how his fingers dig so hard into your ass that it hurts but you want it all. soon, you’re bracing your hand against the window to move down on him faster, obsessively chasing your orgasm and needing to make him cum so he won’t leave you again.