Chapter 8 #2
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease,” I begged wantonly, grinding myself against him. I took every inch he gave me.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You like that.”
I did. A lot.
His dick, his hands, his words—everything about him stoked the fire inside me. I was just one exposed nerve in his hands, and everything he did stimulated me and drove me toward the most intense pleasure of my life.
My thighs hit the bumper, and the force of our bodies rocked the vehicle.
The river rapids, birds chirping, and unintelligible dialogue from across the river barely covered the sound of our skin slapping, his ragged breathing, or my loud, lust-filled moans.
I gave in to the ecstasy of being with him, and I didn’t care who heard or saw.
“Please, please, please … Lamar, please don’t—ohmigod,” I whimpered. I felt like I was going to explode. He moved in and out of me until I hit the point of no return.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” His voice was hoarse and needy. “You feel so fucking good.”
The combination of his stroke and those words had me moaning, and I found myself tightening around his shaft.
“Oh shit,” he groaned softly, picking up the pace. “Give it to me, Jazzy. Come on my dick.”
As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged breathily. “Please.”
His dick with that delicious curve consistently hit the right spot, and my body was loving each and every second of it.
With a sexy growl, he let loose, ramming into me. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
My muscles clenched. I dropped from my hands to my elbows as I started clamping down around him. My mouth opened but no sound escaped. Lamar losing control sent me over the edge in ecstasy.
Oh! My! God!
Quivering, I shut my eyes tightly and rode the wave. My body jerked against his as I came all over his dick.
He continued delivering long strokes as he talked me through it. “That’s it, Jazzy,” he groaned. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
Forcing me up, he turned us around so he could sit in the trunk with me sitting in his lap, still on his dick. He grabbed my breasts and forcefully thrust upward, bouncing me as he tweaked my nipples.
The new angle, the way he was fondling me, and hearing him pant in my ear rushed me toward a second orgasm.
“That’s it,” he murmured, moving one of his big hands to my throat and squeezing gently. “Just like that. Give me all of it. Let me feel it. Let me—fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
The ache deep inside me exploded, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Pleasure ripped through my entire body.
“Oh shit!” I moaned softly as I felt him pulsating inside me.
His entire body locked up, and his grip on me tightened while he emptied his load. But the guttural sounds that came out of him were what did it for me. I closed my eyes and committed it to memory.
Heart racing, I slumped against him. His arms were wrapped around my middle, and his head rested against the back of my neck. Feeling his breath against my skin made me shiver.
“That was exactly what I needed,” I told him as I climbed out of his lap.
He grabbed me before I could get too far away from him and pulled me in for the sweetest kiss. “That was really, really good.”
“Yes it was.” The evidence of that was currently coating my thighs.
“I’m going to need more of you.”
“That can be arranged,” I said with a grin. “Do you happen to have any napkins?”
“Oh yeah, I actually do,” Lamar remembered. “My mom threw some wipes in the glove box yesterday.”
We walked around the SUV so we could clean ourselves up. I watched him pull off the condom, clean up, and stuff his sizeable package back into his shorts.
“My eyes are up here,” he joked.
Giggling, I looked into his handsome face. “My apologies. I was just … admiring.”
“Oh, if you need me to pull it out again, I will.” He helped me into the passenger seat and then dropped a peck on my lips. “Anytime.”
My face was flushed as he closed the door and then got in on the driver’s side.
As soon as he started the engine, he flashed a smile at me. “You surprise me.”
“Because I was staring at your dick? In my defense, it’s beautiful.”
His hand fell off the gearshift, and he did a double take. “What?!”
I feigned confusion. “Oh, were you not … this wasn’t about me staring at your dick?”
He let out a deep, hearty chuckle. “No!”
Warmth spread through me as I listened to his laughter. “Ohhhh, okay.”
“I was talking about you—you surprise me.” His amusement faded as he stared. “I didn’t expect the afternoon to go like that. I knew you were a good girl but”—he licked his lips—“I had no idea how good.”
My sore pussy throbbed.
The man had a way with words.
He put the car in drive and headed down the dirt road. When his phone started ringing through the Bluetooth speaker, he glanced at the display screen in the center of his dashboard. He looked around for something and then shook his head.
“I can’t find my headphones. Excuse me for a minute,” he said, before pressing the button to answer the call. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” a woman asked frantically. “Please tell me you didn’t leave yet! Please tell me you’re close.”