Man in a chevron

**Dayle**

As soon as I saw that asshole trying to grab her through the window, I couldn't let him through. 

I gave him the beating of his life and Chrissy attempted to step out of the car, warning me to let him go, I stopped. 
I couldn't risk my girlfriend stepping out of the car naked trying to stop me. 

“It's fine baby, he won't come any closer,” Chrissy said, frustration and fear washed over her features as I cracked my knuckles. I nodded lightly shifting my gaze to the man, bleeding on the ground. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” I asked. 

The man said nothing but shot daggers at me with his gaze and then looked at Chrissy.

“Piss off!” I warned, walking to the side of Chrissy’s car to enter it. 

We shared a kiss as I scrutinised her body, I needed to know if she was okay or had been touched by that animal of a man. 

“Are you okay?” I asked for the umpteenth time. 

She nodded, “Yeah, baby! You saved the day.” she said, rubbing my arm gently. 
Staring at her in an apron and butt naked in the car is mind-blowing. I should be worried about this man who tried to harass her and not my dick twitching, fighting for its life inside my pants. 

“Did you know him?” I asked, at least I should ask a vital question before fucking. 

She shook her head as though I had brought back the ugly scenario. “I don't know him. He asked if I remembered him and honestly, he looks like someone I really know—someone I hate to remember,” she said as I took his hand in mine to assure her that it was merely nothing.

“My Dad—”

“Fuck, Chrissy, we don't know where the fuck he is at the moment. It's actually nothing to worry about,” I reminded her as she nodded with doubt.
I've never seen her Dad and so I couldn't tell whether he was the one or not. 
If he were the one, I sure gave him the beating of his life that I promised her since our high school days. 

Suddenly, through the window, I noticed a Chevron car driving off as I looked back, following its track with my eyes. 

“Isn't that a Chevron? That's the one!” She spiraled out of control. “He was stalking me earlier when Amber visited—”

“Wait, what the tick? Amber dropped by?” I asked, the knots in my head loosening instantly. 

A mix of fear and confusion surged through me while I stared at her curiously. Did Amber show her the video? If she did, Chrissy would have been all on me by now and not her tits peeking through the apron. 

“Ye-ah!” she stressed with suspicion. “Why? Didn't you tell her to apologize to me? I don't get it! She sent me a video about you and I just… deleted it head-on,” 

Thank fuck! I sighed with the greatest relief in history. I was close to being ruined. I have to tell Chrissy before this bitch tries to do so again. 

“What's the matter?” she asked, sensing my relief. 

“Oh, um, no, I’m very upset. Literally. Why did she send you a video or stop by? You know what? We also have to find out what the man in a Chevron wants, I'll get my boys to handle that,” I said, pulling out my phone from my pocket. 

“Babe, are you okay?” she asked, cradling my face with scrutiny. 

I forced a smile, “I'm very okay, my love. Why? You think I'm not? I'm okay if you're though!” I said as she smiled a little. 

Who the fuck am I kidding? She's not dumb. 

“Okay! Just tell your boys, okay? But we don't have the plate number though,” 

“We’ll find him regardless. There are other means to find the dickhead, sorry not sorry…” I blurted out as she had a little smile mixed with tension. 

“I really hope that's not my Dad! I didn't get to see him properly and so I can't tell for sure. I don't want to be right anyway—it can't be him …” she said, her voice shaking. “Babe, I think we need to see Mom,” she opted. 

“Tonight?” I stressed. 

“Yes, tonight. Dayle, that man is terrible. I don't know what he wants,” she explained again as I nodded. 

“And… I don't know if I should ask this but...” My eyes stared down at my boner and back to her. Her eyes rolled and she cracked up badly. 

“There’s no way you're turned on even after everything, Dayle!” 

My lips fold swiftly, somehow embarrassed. “You can't blame me when I can see your pussy staring at me and your boobs calling to me. It's hard to focus on this entire thing,” I admitted as she laughed it off. 

Next thing, she hopped on me and sat across, taking off my suit top while we began to kiss hungrily. 

While on it, she adjusted the seat backwards. My hands rummaging her body—especially her boobs. My fingers travelled down to her wet pussy. I fucking love the ovulation window. I get to savor her world side without trying. 

“Take it out,” I urged as her hand trailed my dick as she quickly unzipped and unbuckled my belt. 

With my dick in get hand and the other hand holding my nape, I guided her to sit on my erection that's not falling anytime soon. 

Chrissy Effect. 

“I've waited the whole day,” I admitted in a whisper.

“And I brought the bakery to you, baby! Fuck me until someone stops to ask if we are okay?!” she whispered back to me, awakening my fucking demons. 

The urge to fuck her tripped and as she buried my cock with her warmth and wetness, I groaned feeling the rush whole she rode me like a fucking warrior on a horse. 

Her hand was choking me almost tightly—nothing I couldn't take in—while she moaned out loudly, filling the atmosphere with sex sounds. 

Her tits bouncing and flashing in my face, fueling the moment over and over and over again. 

We kept going, her pussy milking my cock, dropping down on my balls as someone knocked on the window and all we did was laugh and continued fucking like pornstars on set. 

“Is everything okay in there? Need I call the cops?” the person asked, it was the head of security. 

“Need you to back off, Kirk!” I said to him as the realization hit him. 

“My… apologies, sir!” he scampered away. 

“Good, now fuck me in the backseat,” Chrissy ordered untying the apron and tossing it on the driver’s seat. 

She went to the backseat, lay on her back with her legs widely spreading, ready for the takedown, I took off my shift and pants. Only my necktie and socks were stuck on my body as I dived back in, Chrissy making those sounds that could make you sleep in that pussy haven forever. 

….
Hours later, after we had rested after a full-blown sex on the car, with a dozen tissues in the backseat, we decided to go to the family house to see Mom. 

We needed to be sure about the man with the Chevron. Was he really Chrissy’s Dad and why had he returned? Just now?