Shameless (The Therapist #2)

loves it just as much as I do, which is just another reason I fuck with Ava like I do. She's not afraid to embrace her sexuality or the fact that she loves to give oral sex.
Women are often shamed for being sexual, especially when they enjoy giving pleasure just as much as they enjoy receiving it. It’s bullshit. I’m a sexual man, and I fucking love having a pussy in my face. I love sticking my tongue into it and letting it glide over the clit. I enjoy giving pleasure, and no one would ever shame me for that—so why the hypocrisy when it comes to women? I love that Ava doesn't buy into that. Take what you want, baby. Do what the fuck you want to do.
I make another turn after a brief pause at a stoplight. Luckily, there weren't any other cars there, so no one could see Ava’s ass pressed against the passenger’s window. I’m only a few minutes from home, and Ava has been sucking me nonstop. As much as I love it, I can no longer fight back the other side of me. The dominant side.
Knowing we’re only minutes away from my housing development, I pull my hand away from Ava’s ass and place it on her back. She thinks I’m encouraging her to keep going—to push me over the cliff of orgasm. However, the gesture is my signal for her to stop.
“Ava, stop,” I command, my voice deep and controlling. “Stop. Now.”
Hearing the seriousness in my voice, Ava slowly releases me. As she backs away, our eyes meet, and I can see the hunger in her. She craves me, but now it’s time for something else.
I let my eyes roam Ava’s body. She’s so sexy it hurts. I love the look of her. I love watching her.
“Pull your dress up,” I demand. My eyes dart back to the empty road before going back to Ava, who smiles, knowing I’ve taken control and yearning for what’s next.
“Yes, sir,” she says, breathing hard.
I hate that I have to take my eyes off of her to make sure I don't drive off the road, but the second I see we’re safe, I look down at Ava’s black panties. They're lace and decorative, and as much as I can appreciate that, all I really want is for them to be out of the way.
“Take them off,” I say, before glancing at the road.
“Yes, sir.”
Ava pulls her panties off, and my heart races at the sight of her tugging the lace over her heels and dropping the thin fabric onto the floor of the truck. Once the panties are discarded, Ava leans back in the large seat and looks at me, awaiting my next command.
I look at her for a second, enjoying the view and thinking about what I would do to her if I wasn't driving this truck. I wish I could touch her, but since I can’t, I tell Ava what she's going to do next.
“Rub your clit for me,” I tell her. “Rub it the way you'd want me to if I wasn't driving right now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ava moves her hand slowly up her leg, dragging it out just to tease me. I smirk before licking my lips, as Ava’s fingers find her clit and start to rub circles over it. She moans at her own gentle touch, and I feel the temperature in the vehicle skyrocket. It gets so hot that I have to turn down the heat, even though it’s the middle of January and cold outside.
Ava starts to pick up speed, rubbing her pussy like she can't help herself anymore. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, which has always been something that turned me on. I don't know why, but there's something unbelievably seductive about a woman biting her lip. It sends me reeling every single time.
“Fuck, Ava. You're so fucking sexy,” I tell her as she continues rubbing herself. “Look at me while you do it, and I want you to come for me. Let me see you come.”
Ava’s eyes pop over to me. “Yes, sir,” she says, and when our eyes meet, I reach down and grab ahold of my stiff cock. Ava’s eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes and my cock, and she rubs her pussy like she’s in a room by herself. I know she likes watching me stroke myself, so I do it with vigor. I keep my eyes on the road, but I let my hand glide up and down my shaft as Ava watches me. I become her porn, and she becomes mine.
“Oh my god, I love watching you,” Ava says behind labored breathing. Her breaths quicken, and I know she’s getting close, so I stroke myself faster. “Oh fuck. Can I please fucking come?”
I hear her say it, but I can tell it’s too late. She’s too excited to hold it back now. I give her permission, but before I can finish saying, “Yes, you can come for me,” Ava’s skin is already flushed. She lets out a loud moan that makes my cock twitch in my hand, and I watch her come. It’s my favorite thing in the entire world, even if I’m not bringing her to orgasm myself. Nothing excites me like her coming for me.
As Ava’s orgasm relents, I turn the truck into my driveway. The garage door goes up as Ava’s breathing finally starts to slow down, and I pull into the garage, closing it behind us. When I shut off the engine, Ava looks over at me and smiles. We’re not done yet, and she knows it.
“So,” Ava says, pausing to lick her lips. “What’s next? Where do you want me, sir? Upstairs?”
I don't have to think of the answer. It’s a no-brainer, and the thought of it tugs at the side of my mouth, making me smirk in anticipation.
“When you get inside, don't go upstairs,” I say. “Go downstairs, and wait for me in the