His mouth latched on to my breast. I moaned as my arms cradled his head to my chest and my fingers dug into his hair. The rhythmic pull of his mouth on my nipples echoed the throb of my sex. I ground myself restlessly against his cock, seeking some kind of relief.
Waves of red hot lust rocked through me. It felt as if my bones were melting.
“I want to see you naked,” he growled.
Quickly, I pulled the dress over my head. Before I could take my lacy thong off, he ripped it off me. I felt the sting of the rip and was glad that he was so eager to see me naked he could not wait for me to take it off myself. He flung away the destroyed strip of fabric and pushed me back so I was leaning against the partition that separated the front from the back of the car.
“Spread your thighs and show me your pussy,” he ordered harshly.
Immediately, I opened my legs wide and exposed my wet, eager sex to his gaze.
“Look at you. You’re soaking wet,” he said huskily, as he inserted a thick finger into me.
I gasped and closed my eyes.
“Look at what I’m doing to you,” he commanded.
There was something so erotic about a man leisurely and unhurriedly finger fucking a woman. I was so wet my pussy made sucking sounds as his fingers moved in and out of my puffy folds. He was calm and controlled, but I was not. My hips writhed and twisted uncontrollably as I tried to ride his palm.
All the while, he watched the total and absolute control he had over my naked body. As if I was his toy. He could have done anything, asked me to do anything and I would have done it.
I begged him to enter me, but he sucked hard on my nipples, and forced me to climax on his fingers. My chest was heaving and my breath was coming fast when I began to work with urgency on the buttons of his crisp dress shirt. The longing to taste any part of him that I could have access to beyond his lips was strong so I could only work a few buttons before my mouth was on his smooth chest. I kissed my way across the ridges of his toned torso, my tongue tasting and relishing the heat and taste of his flawless skin. I felt his breath become harsh at the graze of my teeth on his nipple. I pulled at the small bud.
In seconds, his fly was undone and his hard cock had sprung free. “Now get your mouth on my dick.”
I wanted to kiss him, needed to taste him fully, but he had restricted the act so I was only too happy to get on my knees and take his silky-smooth cock into my mouth. I sucked the thick hard shaft eagerly, swallowing more than I thought possible. The warm wet heat of my mouth made him drop his head back and groan.
His hands slid down to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. “Fuck. I’m not going to be able to last.” With a groan, he pushed a button to the left of me and brought out a condom packet. I didn’t stop sucking. I sucked as if my life depended on it until he pulled me off his cock. I watched as he rolled the rubber over his huge throbbing length. Cupping my ass, he lifted me up and positioned me over his shaft.
My heart skipped several beats at the thought of that thick shaft inside me again. I grabbed it to fist from root to tip and stroked the head across the lips of my sex. Shutting my eyes, I positioned his thickly veined, hot cock at my opening, and let him impale me.
Oh, the sensation.
“Don’t move,” he rasped, as he too savored how greedily my walls gripped him.
I couldn’t, however, remain still for too long. My hips began to buck, as wonderful tingles of pleasure shot through my veins and set me on fire. The moment his hands splayed on either side of my hips, I took it as my approval to set off. I rose along that thick tower slowly, and paused when the mushroom was all that was left inside me. I knew how it would feel when it was buried to the hilt inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck, when I slammed my ass back down on his groin.
I lifted myself and did it again. And again. And again …
The world outside ceased to exist. There was only this. Us. Our bodies, his hard cock, my wet cunt. Being with him was an escape like no other. I never wanted to break apart, or to return to the real world. Never. If I could just be here in this moment and time forever … It would be enough. It would be euphoria.
He shifted at that moment and I instantly turned my face away, terrified of revealing any bit of the raw emotions he had wrenched out of me. But to my surprise he suddenly caught my hand and locked me in place, his breathing ragged, and his eyes clenched shut.
He also did not want me to see into his soul.
Before I even understood what I was doing, I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his. I expected him to recoil from me. Instead, he grabbed my body and pressing me against his body, he began to kiss me back. It was no ordinary kiss though. He kissed like a man who had been starving for me. His tongue entering my mouth, hooking my own tongue and taking it back into his mouth. Once inside his mouth, he sucked it hard.
The kiss went on and on. Until I was breathless. Until my head was spinning. Suddenly, he pulled away. We stared at each other. Both of us shocked. His eyes were so dilated they were almost black. He was still inside me, but something had changed. I felt him pull away from me in some invisible way.
I had done the thing he had asked me not to do—I had kissed him.
He watched, without a word as I pulled myself off him. I threw my dress over my head and tied the ribbon with shaking hands.
He watched as I pushed my dress down and pulled at the door handle to scramble out of the car. For a split second, I thought he would call me back … even expected it, but I escaped from the car without any trouble. The moment I landed on my feet, I hurried away from the parking lot.