A rough groan falls from his lips as he pulls my hair back from my face. “Such a hungry firecracker.” The last word catches in the back of his throat as I trail my tongue all the way to his tip. “Mmmm.” His hips lift from the seat of the car with a squeak of the leather.
It’s started to rain, huge droplets are pelting the car and windows, obscuring the view outside. Or, more specifically, of anyone who might be passing after the game.
Curling my tongue around the head of his cock makes him damn near purr, and I can’t help but grin. His reactions make me so fucking wet. He twists my hair around his fist, but lets me set the pace, toying with his dick as I lick and suck him.
Precum slides out from his slit, and I collect it on mytongue, smacking my lips together after I swallow. Warmth flickers low in my belly. I can’t wait for him to fall apart in my mouth.
The rain falls heavier, the windows steaming up with our breaths. Raffi’s chest rises and falls, little puffs visible with every exhale.
I take his length down my throat far enough to gag, coughing against his head, but that won’t stop me. Tears well in my eyes as he thrusts in my mouth.
“You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Firecracker.” He coos at me, letting go of the clump of hair around his hand and threading his fingers into my curls.
Dropping my jaw, I let him take the lead. His desperation to come as his thrusts get faster and jerkier has me chuckling as his cock thumps the back of my throat again, making me cough.
My desperation to please makes tears well in my eyes. I deliberately wore mascara that would run when I cry. Will he like the mess on my cheeks from my eyes watering? We’re about to find out. I can’t wait for him to feel how soaked my panties are from taking care of him like this.
He pushes deeper, and my jaw aches from hanging open. His hand curls around my throat, cupping the burn of his cock being so far down my throat.
“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.”
