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Because now she’s got all the freedom and air to go to fucking town on my aching, throbbing, hard-as-fucking-steel cock.
I try commanding myself to focus, to stay away from that tempting edge, but when she adds two twisting hands to the mix, I feel my resolve crumbling.
It’s the sounds in her throat that do the most for me. The softglurksof her efforts that make it impossible for my brain to focus on anything other than the absolute sex goddess sucking my soul through my penis at seventy-five miles per hour.
I’m close.
I am so fucking close to bathing her beautiful throat with my seed.
So I pull us the fuck over and turn the car off.
Clara slurps her mouth off my shaft once more and looks around. “You okay? What’s wrong?”
I don’t answer her. I don’t think I have words to work with right now. I just throw my seat back, grab my vixen by her waist, and yank her over the console onto my lap.
She doesn’t need any convincing—her mouth instantly latches onto mine and our tongues dance in a sloppy, wet tangle while my hands yank her dress up and her panties aside. I’m so fucking grateful that she went with the dress instead of jeans because it only takes me five seconds to impale her sweet pussy on my dick.
When she cries out, it’s fucking music to my ears.
When I bottom out inside her, it’s like finding home.
“Demyen!”
“That’s it, baby,” I growl as I feel her slide up and down, up and down, grabbing her ass to help her slam home a bit harder. “Ride it. Ride it for me and scream my fucking name.”
No one is around to hear us. She can scream her pleasure to her heart’s content.
I want to make her fuckinghoarse.
The only sounds in the car are the wet smacks of her pussy meeting the base of my cock over and over again… my balls slapping her juicy ass… both of us panting, gasping, groaning and grunting wordlessly as we make the whole fucking vehicle rock.
It’s still not enough.
I want her to come apart at the seams.
I want her to forget where she is.
I want her to forget her own fucking name because she’s too busy screaming mine.
So I grab her by the ass and pull her downhard. I love the way her moan wheezes through her chest, which is flushed a beautiful pink and tempting me with the bouncing sway of her breasts inside that fucking dress. That goddamn curve-hugging dress that’s been driving me wild since she walked out to the car this morning.
I hold her there. I can feel her trying to lift back up, but I hold her there, my cock sheathed to the hilt inside her incredible pussy. Her inner walls are rippling up and down my shaft andfuckI’m gonna need to start moving again soon or I’m going to bust before I’m ready.
Though truth be told, I’m never ready. Never have been. Sure as hell looks like I never will be.
My fingers fist in her hair, making her look me in the eyes. “Look at me, baby.”
She does. Her eyes are glistening with tears of joy, of exertion, of bliss, and her lashes keep fluttering at me as I slowly grind into her. I’m tempted to keep doing this just to watch her lose control.
“I’ve got you.”
“I… I know…” Clara moans, her lips quivering.
“Do you?” I roll my hips for emphasis. “Do you know I’ve got you?”
“Yeeessss… ” she breathes.
I’m not convinced we’re talking about the same thing. That’s okay—I can remain focused for the both of us.
