She doubles down, giving me the green light to go.
“In your mouth, pretty girl?” I ask. Maevyn starts jacking me harder, more determined. Drool slips from her mouth as she moans over my length, making a mess over me, and that’s all it takes.
My stomach clenches as I lurch forward, still trying to keep us steady on the road, all while I’m shouting her name as my cum fires into her mouth.
I have just enough brain cells still functioning to see the side street on our left. I push my foot on the brake and hook the steering wheel just in time. We come onto a road, shadowed by lush trees and a small bridge leading onto a long dirt track. There’s a shoulder to one side, so I pull off, rounding a tree and tucking us into the shrub that lines the edge of a creek.
Throwing the car in park, I tuck myself back into my shorts and get out. My eyes are pinned to the vixen in my passenger seat, wiping the side of her mouth with a self-satisfied smile, as I round the hood and open her door.
She’s already turned in her seat, waiting for me. With both hands cupping her cheeks, I press my lips to hers.
I move my hands to her thighs as my tongue swipes over her lower lip, begging for entry. She meets me immediately, her hands wrapping around my neck as I guide her legs to my waist and pull her from her seat, moving to the back of the car. Blindly, my hand searches for the handle, pulling it open so I can lower her across the back seat.
My mouth moves over her jaw and neck. I bite at her nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt, and her hands fly to my head as she moans.
I keep moving down her body, appreciating every inch of her smooth, soft skin with my mouth and hands until I reach her bare pussy. I toss one leg over my shoulder, granting me access to her swollen and glistening cunt. My hand goes to the other thigh, keeping her open for me, and then I swipe my tongue through her.
Her back arches with a cry as her hands find my hair. She holds me against her as if I’m gonna pull away, but nothing could stop me from eating her pussy until I have her dripping down my beard.
I groan into her as my tongue weaves up and down. She’s already so wet.
“Is this all from sucking my cock, pretty girl?” I ask, pulling back so my fingers can run through the wetness gathered there. From my fingertips to my palm, I collect her arousal, her pussy pulsing against my skin. I give her clit a sharp tap, and the sound she makes has my cock hardening again. What I wouldn’t give to be inside her, but I don’t want our first time to be in the back of my car.
Every experience she’s painted for me before now seems hurried and disinterested. She hasn’t been lovingly worshipped by a man who cared enough to show her the time and patience she deserved, or what it could be like to explore a deeper connection.
I know that’s how she’s preferred it in her past. Her sense of duty made her believe she didn’t have time for more. The way she hides herself behind the sharp quips and flirty attitude to give the illusion that she only wants something surface-level. But I’ve gotten to know her. She’s let me see a side of her that I don’t think she meant to, and I know she craves more. She wants dedication,protection, someone she trusts to explore not just what her body desires but her heart.
I smack her clit again, then push two fingers inside her. She’s slick and warm as she clenches around me.
“Huh?” I ask, spitting on her clit so I can massage her with my thumb.
She throws her head back, releasing a ragged groan.
“Is this gorgeous pussy so wet and aching because you sucked my cock?”
“Yes,” she says through a stuttered cry.
I keep pumping my fingers as I turn my head and bite into her thigh where it rests over my shoulder. She trembles and squirms, so I bite her again, soothing the mark with my tongue as I fuck her faster with my fingers.
“Oh, god!” She gasps as her pussy squeezes around me. Before her orgasm can come, I pull my fingers away and step back, moving to the front seat so I can fold it forward, giving me more room in the back to do what I need.
I move her to the other side of the seat so I can step back in, sitting my arse in the footwell, and resting my shoulders against the backseat, my legs stretched out over the folded seat in the front.
“Get on,” I say, holding out my hand to help her.
“What?” She hesitantly places her hand in mine.
“Get the fuck on my face, and ride.”
I can see that she wants to. It was on her damn list.
I tug on her hand, encouraging her closer to me, and she falls against my chest. “Why was it on your list?” With a hand on her cheek, I stroke her jaw. “Tell me.”
She shrugs, tracing her fingers over my chest. “I’ve seen it in porn, and it just looked so… empowering.”
“Using someone for your pleasure?”
Her eyes find mine. “The guys seemed to enjoy it too.”
