We were speeding down the freeway — a much-needed escape, a quick 90-minute trip that felt like forever.

The tension between us was electric, thick enough to taste. I stayed cool, but the sexual energy pulsed through the car like a current.

I casually rested my hand on her bare thigh, my fingers teasing the smooth, milky skin — then lightly traced over the damp cotton of her soaked panties. She was burning up for me, just begging to be taken.

When we arrived, she led the way to our little hacienda-style room.

I let myself drink her in: her yellow sundress swung just two fingers above her knee, the hem catching the breeze. Her bare feet padded softly along the walkway, red toenails gleaming. My gaze roamed upward — over powerful, thick thighs that once clamped around my head with no mercy, to the generous curve of her ass that even the loose sundress couldn’t hide, and higher still to her voluptuous breasts.

Her hair, that bright fire-red, tumbled over her shoulders in loose waves. Her green eyes — so bright, so dangerous — caught mine over her shoulder. She squinted, bit her bottom lip, and licked it slowly, taunting me. Daring me.

I almost lost it right there.

We entered the room. I tipped the bellboy and shut the door, only to turn around and find her — already halfway undressed, casting a wicked smile over her shoulder.

Pretty sure the bellboy got an eyeful.

She was acting out, craving punishment, begging to be disciplined.

But I wasn’t giving in. Not yet.

I busied myself unpacking, pretending not to notice her little show. From the bag, I pulled out three vibrators, a couple dildos, and a bottle of lube, setting them out in plain view on the nightstand.

Her eyes widened — she knew she was in trouble.

I crossed the room, gripped her chin between my fingers, and kissed her. Lightly at first — a slow drag of my tongue across her bottom lip — before pulling away. Her body leaned toward me, desperate for more.

My erection strained against my jeans, but I kept control.

I wanted her needy. I wanted her mindless.

"Get dressed for dinner," I ordered.

She pouted, stomped a little like a spoiled brat, but obeyed.

That little tantrum only made me harder.

She peeled off her soaked panties, swapped them for a fresh pair, and composed herself the best she could.

Two tequila shots later, we headed to dinner — but she was restless, squirming in her seat, eyes glazed with hunger.

Leaning in close, I whispered, “I want your panties in my pocket before we leave.”

She didn’t even flinch.

Right there, at the table, she shimmied them off, bunching them in her hand before slipping them into mine.

The heat from them was unmistakable.

I stood, pulled her to her feet, and led her back to the room without another word.

Back at the room, the second the door clicked shut, I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed.

Her little gasp turned into a giggle, but that didn’t last long.

I ran my hands down her calves, savoring the softness of her skin before yanking her toward the edge of the bed. She let out a gasp as I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up high and commanding her into position — knees wide, face down, ass in the air, perfect and ready for me.

Sliding her sundress up around her waist, I admired her bare ass — full, smooth, practically begging for attention.

She gave a teasing little wiggle and whispered, “Please, Daddy... I can't wait. Stop teasing me."

I let my hands roam, gripping each cheek roughly, leaving pink fingerprints behind. I kissed one cheek, then the other, letting my tongue slip lower — running it from the sweet slickness of her pussy to the tight bud of her ass.

She whimpered, her whole body shaking.

Then without warning, I stood and delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek — the sound echoing off the walls, her soft moan following like music.

I let my thumb rest at the edge of her soaked, needy lips, teasing her until her hips bucked back, desperate to force me inside.

Slowly, torturously, I pushed my thumb into her, feeling her walls clench hungrily.

Her breath hitched. She was right on the edge already.

I circled my index finger over her clit while she squirmed, grinding herself against my hand, desperate for release.

Building the pressure, I fingered her rougher, deeper — spanking her ass in rhythm — until she was trembling, begging under me.

Her orgasm hit like a wave crashing against the rocks — hard, violent.

She cried out, collapsing forward onto the bed, her body spent for the moment.

But we were just getting started.

She rolled onto her back, nipples hard, chest heaving. Her green eyes fluttered open and locked on me — half-lidded, drunk with pleasure.

I smirked, licking my fingers slowly, tasting her.

Then I climbed onto the bed, placing one knee between her legs, pinning her under me.

I offered her my thumb — still wet from her — and she sucked it greedily, cleaning it with her tongue before I yanked it away and crushed my mouth to hers, devouring her.

Without breaking the kiss, I tore the sundress from her body, exposing every perfect inch of her.

I latched onto her breast, swirling my tongue around one nipple while my hand wandered lower, teasing circles around her clit, making her writhe.

She shoved my head down, needing more, and I gave it to her — sliding my tongue deep into her pussy, savoring her taste, letting her thighs clamp tight around my head as she came again, shuddering and whimpering against me.

Her legs finally loosened their death grip and I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

I stripped out of my clothes, sat back in the chair, poured myself a drink, and watched her — the beautiful wreck I had made her.

Still breathless, her red hair tangled, makeup smeared, she rose slowly from the bed. I crooked a finger, summoning her.

She crawled toward me on hands and knees, swaying her hips like a cat in heat, never breaking eye contact.

When she reached me, she rose up onto her knees and — with a wicked glint in her eyes — pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my throbbing cock.

I groaned, my hand clenching the armrest as her hot mouth took me in, slow and deliberate. Her tongue teased the head before she swallowed me whole, her scarlet hair brushing against my thighs, driving me insane.

I leaned back, drink in one hand, the other tangling in her hair as she sucked me deeper, her throat tight around me.

It didn’t take long.

I came hard, deep in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop without hesitation, licking me clean before crawling up into my lap, straddling me.

She kissed me — messy, hungry — letting me taste myself on her tongue, before collapsing against my chest.

The night was still young, and the fire between us hadn’t even begun to die down.

We threw on swimsuits, barely able to keep our hands off each other, and grabbed the bottle of champagne.

In the dim light, we stumbled out to the private hot tub, laughing, tipsy, wild.

The second we sank into the water, her hand slid under the surface, cupping my ass, teasing me, letting me know she wasn’t finished — not even close.

We made out like reckless teenagers, lips crashing together, her legs wrapping around me. My hands roamed freely, finding her ass under the water, kneading it roughly as she moaned into my mouth.

When the heat became too much — from the tub, from each other — we stumbled back inside, dripping wet and desperate.

Towels hit the floor. Clothes came off in pieces.

I shoved her down onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and wrapped my hand around her throat just tight enough to make her eyes flutter.

She gasped, her body arching under me as I pounded into her, fucking her like she was mine — because she was.

We came together hard, animalistic, her nails digging into my back as I fucked her through every last tremor of her orgasm.

But neither of us was done.

After a short breathless break, I lubed her up — sliding toys into her, stretching her slowly, a finger teasing her tight little ass while my tongue flicked her clit mercilessly.

She was insatiable — moaning, begging, cumming again and again, her body slick with sweat and desire.

I stood at the edge of the bed, her legs thrown over my shoulders, fucking her deep and hard, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust.

Her pussy gripped me so tight, soaking wet and desperate.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I drove into her one last time, coming hard, emptying myself deep inside her.

She whimpered in pleasure, trembling under me as I collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of us spent — for the moment.

But she wasn’t done.

Even with exhaustion pulling at her limbs, she wasn’t finished playing.

I felt her stir against me, soft kisses pressed along my jawline, down my neck.

Too tired to move, I surrendered to her touch, letting her explore me — pinching one nipple between her fingers, licking and biting the other until I gasped at the delicious sting.

Her hand trailed down my stomach, gripping my cock — already twitching back to life under her attention.

Without warning, I heard the low buzz of one of the vibrators.

She smeared a little cold lube across my lower stomach, teasing circles lower and lower, until I felt the toy vibrating gently against my balls, sending shivers up my spine.

I moaned low, body surrendering, unable to fight the rising heat.

Then — lower.

The buzzing head pressed against my ass, tentative at first, teasing.

Instinctively, I tensed, but she shushed me — pressing a finger to my lips, her green eyes locked onto mine, daring me.

I relaxed back, surrendering again to her, trusting her.

She took a long pull from the tequila bottle, leaned down, and kissed me hard, sharing the burn with me, setting my senses on fire.

Then, still holding my gaze, she pushed the tip of the vibrator slowly inside.

Pain flared bright and hot — but then came the pleasure. Blinding, overwhelming.

My cock throbbed helplessly, leaking pre-cum onto my stomach without a single touch.

She rode me with the toy, fucking me in a slow, relentless rhythm, her free hand stroking my cock to the same pulse.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to.

I moaned brokenly, grinding back against the toy, desperate for more.

“Daddy likes being fucked, doesn’t he?” she whispered, her voice low and taunting.

All I could do was nod, moaning her name as my hips thrust into her hand and back onto the toy in perfect rhythm.

The orgasm tore through me without warning — a violent explosion that sent thick ropes of cum splattering across my chest and stomach, my body shaking uncontrollably under her.

She smiled wickedly, milking every last drop out of me before slowly withdrawing the vibrator, teasing my spent cock with her fingertips.

I collapsed back against the bed, utterly wrecked, unable to move.

She slid into bed beside me, pressing her naked body against mine, draping a leg over my thigh.

Her head rested against my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin.

I wrapped my arms around her, breathing her in, letting the satisfaction — the ownership, the surrender, the raw, messy, perfect night — sink deep into my bones.

We drifted into sleep tangled together, exhausted, spent, and utterly, deliciously ruined.