“You can take it, pretty girl.” His words are loud enough to hear over my gagging. Tears stream down my face and drool drips from my chin.
One of us is going to give in first, and it sure as hell isn’t going to be me. I’m not stopping until he squirts into my mouth.
Blinking back tears, I wrap both hands around the base of his cock and pump in time to his hip thrusts. When he’s close, I slide a hand between his thighs and cradle his balls. A soft squeeze is all he needs to tip him over the edge. I’m rewardedwith thick, hot jets of cum spraying all over my mouth and down my throat.
I can’t stop myself from fingering my clit a little, the boiling heat between my legs too much to ignore.
His whole body is tense, muscles hard and firm, as a string of expletives tumble from his mouth. I don’t have a ton of experience with guys, but the amount of cum spurting from his cock seems like a lot.
When his muscles relax, and his biting grip softens on my scalp, he withdraws his dick from my mouth. There’s a trickle of cum making its way down his softening shaft. I don’t want to waste a drop, so I pick it up with the tip of my tongue, making sure I lap a few times at his sensitive head.
He shivers, making me grin again and his thumb touches my face. There isn’t much light in the car, but a nearby streetlight shines enough light to see the satisfied haze settling over him.
“So fucking hot with those marks on your face, Firecracker.”
I let out a satisfied hum around his cock before letting it go and planting a tiny kiss on the tip. “I’m glad you like the mess.”
“Love it.” He grips the back of my head, fists my hair and pulls me closer. His tongue starts at my chin and drags down the length of my cheek before he smacks his lips together. “Your tears are fucking delicious.”
I’ve never been so turned on. My nipples are pressing against my bra, and the heat between my thighs is enough to start a fire. My pulse throbs everywhere, all at once. I don’t want to take my fingers off my clit, my wanton, needy, dripping pussy isn’t happy when I stop. My legs tremble, but I wedge myself on his leg and keep rocking, chasing my own release.
His smile is warm. “The only time I’ll make you cry fromnow on is when my cock’s down your throat, and I’m here to dry your tears with my tongue.”
Sweet baby J.
This dirty man and his dirty mouth.
“They taste like hard work.” He licks the other side. “Dedication.” Another sweep of his tongue tickling my cheek. “Determination.” Another lick before he places his mouth close to my ear. “Are you a dirty cum slut, Firecracker?”
In any other situation, any other person on the planet, I’d punch his face for calling me any kind of slut. But right here and now, in the back seat of my car while my hips glide up and down his outstretched leg in a desperate bid for friction, I can’t deny how turned on I am by his words.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nod. He strokes my cheek with the tenderest of touches. “Are youmydirty cum slut, Firecracker?”
The soft whimper of need that leaves my body barely comes close to the raging fire in my veins and the scream brewing in my body. I slip my hands under his jacket and grip handfuls of fabric as torment drives me to hungrily ride his leg.
“So needy. So perfect.” He moves his leg, the blissful collision of his shin against my aching pussy providing a split second of relief before molten hot feral desperation charges through my body, making my nipples tingle. “So amazing.” The tender swipe of his fingers across my face makes my insides melt, and his words wash over me like stepping into a stream of warm water.
“Raffi.”
His mouth is on mine before I can get anything other than his name out from between my lips. “My cum tastes so good on your tongue, Victoria.”
The more he talks, the more I need. It’s not graceful, the way I’m bucking my hips against his dress pants. He’s going toneed to dry clean this fucking suit before long. My pussy’s throbbing, aching, begging for Raffi to make me come, but he simply kisses my forehead, tucks away his already hard cock, then holds out his hand for my key.
“I’ll make you come, but not here. Your place or mine?”
“Why are you driving?” My hips are rolling, head tipped back as I chase the release I won’t get from dry humping his leg. If I try harder can I get there through my leggings?
“You’re shaking. I’m not sure we’d make it in one piece if you drove.”He’s not entirely wrong. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” How can someone with such a filthy mouth on him be so goddamn sugar sweet?
Somehow, I pry myself off him and compose myself enough to slide into the passenger seat. Raffi looks like a model as he sits in the driver side, while I look like some sort of under-bridge troll. My curls are wild, my face is streaked with mascara, and my cheeks are pink.
Raffi starts the car, plants his hand on my thigh and turns to me with a smirk. “Play with yourself on the drive home, Firecracker. Stay ready for me.”
CHAPTER 34
Raffi
Is there any sweeter sound than the voice of a gorgeous woman pleading with you to let her come?
