Chapter Forty-Nine
Declan
Where the fuck am I now?
I must have been drugged and moved again, because when I open my eyes, I’m staring at the interior dome lighting of an unknown vehicle. Scratchy carpeting scrapes against my bare back, hips and legs.
Why am I naked again?
Each of my wrists sports a pair of handcuffs that have been latched to the driver and passenger headrests.
Wherever I am, we’re not moving. Faint beams of moonlight glimmer through tinted windows.
What’s truly bizarre is how turned on I am.
Blood rushes to my groin, and it takes me a second to realize I’m not alone.
Not just that, but the slurping pressure on my cock feels fucking amazing.
“Mmmm,” I let out a moan.
Looking to my crotch, I can’t make out who it is, but her dark hair bobs in a glorious rhythm as she sucks me with long, hard gulps.
“Oh my God,” I gasp for air with tensing legs. “What is happening?”
A POP bounces around the small space in the back of what has to be an SUV. Nothing else would accommodate my height with the seats down.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Missster Roberts,” she says with heated breath.
“Miss Paxon?” I say rhetorically. Who else could it be with that hiss she exaggerates when speaking my name. “I thought I was going ho—”
I lose all ability to speak as she takes my firm cock all the way into her throat, where her mucousy flesh is lathered in fresh saliva. The feeling of her briefly gagging around my head forces my hips and thighs to spasm in a dash of bliss.
Lifting her head to slowly let her tongue drag along the underside of my shaft, she hums as each inch of me slides out of her lips. Catching me in her hand, Miss Paxon grips the base of my girth tight and shakes my cock back and forth, smacking my frenulum against her spit-covered lips.
Why does that feel so good?
A possessed woman on a mission, she plunges her face down my erection once more with force, using the hand she holds me with to stroke my shaft each time she bobs up to run her tongue around the tip.
I’m sure I should be objecting. Every non-sexual thought I can muster is screaming this is wrong. But fuck me, it feels so right.
Does this make me a piece of shit?
I watch Miss Paxon work my cock like a hungry bitch on fresh prey. Sucking and slurping. Stroking and licking. Dragging me toward a peak I both want and need to avoid.
“Such a good boy,” she says, watching the struggle on my face.
“You don’t want to betray her. The girl you’re trying to think about.
But —” She cuts herself off, taking my member beyond her tonsils, choking herself, before withdrawing my dick from her mouth again. “She’s not here, Missster Roberts.”
“Fuck,” I grunt. My arms pull hard on the cuffs as a rush of fire courses through me.
I’m caught off guard when Miss Paxon releases me.
But any thought of relief is quickly dispatched when she gradually crawls up my body.
Her exposed tits drag up my legs, stopping briefly with my sopping erection between them.
Just the momentary feel of her breasts against me forces my hips to involuntary thrust at them. She, however, has other plans for me.
With her face creeping ever closer to mine, she leans in and presses her precum-soaked lips against mine.
Her tongue gently slips through, meeting mine in a warm and passionate kiss.
A subtle taste of strawberries pushes through the layer of my essence coating the inside of her mouth, and it’s celestial.
I whimper into her mouth, wanting more. It’s then that I feel her dripping pussy envelope my crown.
Miss Paxon is such a tease at first. Wriggling ever so slightly, while the tip of my dick pushes slightly inside her and then slides back out, where she holds me tenderly against her molten hole.
Our tongues thrust and slide, twisting round and round, and she takes me an inch further inside her tight opening.
I work to pull my face back from hers to speak, but Miss Paxon is having none of it. Instead, she bites down on my bottom lip until a bead of blood trickles down my chin. She’s quick to lap it up on the way to intertwining her tastebuds with mine once more.
When her hips lower, taking me to the hilt, my arms and legs flex on impulse.
Cocking her head back to better stare into my lusty gaze, Miss Paxon reaches her hands out and takes my fingers between hers.
With her plump folds pressed firmly into my pubis, she gyrates her hips, and though I could never have thought it possible, my cock hardens even more.
The stretch of my erect skin is immense and painful, but it hurts so fucking good.
“Oh my fuck,” I blurt unintelligibly. “Miss Paxon, what are you doing to me?” My hips lurch uncontrollably, compelling her to bounce wildly on my swollen member.
“Shut up and fuck me, Missster Roberts,” she says. “Fuck me. Then fill me.” A moment later, she releases the safety locks on my handcuffs and my arms are free.
This is it. The moment I can shove this crazy bitch aside and make a run for it. But that’s the furthest thing from the mind currently in control.
My hands land firmly on Miss Paxon’s substantive breasts, and I immediately start to kneed and caress them, pulling them closer, where I can latch my teeth onto her nipples and suck.
I’ve never been so disgusted and elated simultaneously. I shouldn’t like this, but I never want it to end.
“That’s it. That’s my good boy,” Miss Paxon coos with pride. “Suck mommy’s tits while you fuck her.”
The slaps of our hips slamming together as I plow my cock hard into her cunt at an Olympic pace joust with our laboring grunts and groans, and I know it won’t be much longer.
“Fuck, yes!” I shout for no reason other than this insane woman, this cougar, has her magnificent cunt vacuum sealed around my dick, milking it with every slam of our cores.
“Make mommy come,” she pleads as we fuck like wild rabbits with no other earthly purpose.
I pump and buck, grabbing her by the waist and using my arms to piston her like a pristine motor. Her eyes are wild with pleasure when her orgasm quakes from head to her toe. How she can be so tight yet so slick I do not know. Her silky come drips down my balls and into the crevices of my legs.
“Holy shit,” I say, struggling to hold in my own eruption.
She’s floating now, albeit only for a moment.
Hugging her breasts and grinding herself against me while her tremors disperse.
Our eyes meet. Mine asking if this is it.
If we’re done. If I’m free to go. But also, craving more.
For her to finish what she started. For her to take what she’s so clearly after.
Hers telling me I’m sorely mistaken if I think I’m getting out of here.
Not now. That this ordeal will endure until she gets what she wants.
Planting herself firmly in the driver’s seat, Miss Paxon takes my hands into hers again and pins them beside my head.
Her face tucks down to mine, where she heaves a ravenous kiss on me.
She props her feet against my legs and presses them into the cheap carpet until they steady themselves in place, keeping me from moving.
“Let me,” she says sweetly. “You deserve it.”
Her hips rise at a snail’s pace, clenching my length as she goes.
Air grazes the head of my cock for less than a beat before she lowers herself at the same glacial pace.
The quick release of my opening taking me in is rapturously maddening.
Her muscles slip a bear hug around my thickness—her balminess wholly encircling me. I gasp at the exquisite sensation.
Miss Paxon's lips curve into a wicked smile as she maintains her agonizingly slow rhythm.
"Patience, my good boy," she buzzes with hot breath against my ear. Her teeth graze my earlobe, and my shoulders and chest shudder.
I strain against her grip, desperate to touch her, to pull her closer, but she holds me fast. Her breasts brush tantalizingly against my chest with each languid rise and fall of her hips. The tension, a coiling spring wound tighter and tighter, builds within me with each torturous stroke.
"Please," I manage to whine with hoarse need.
She chuckles with sin in her throat.
"Not yet," she whispers, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. "I want to savor every... last... stroke of your perfect cock. I want to remember—" She trembles on her descent. “How good—” Her breath catches again as she ascends, straining the life from me. “You feel, until the day I die.”
Her pace remains maddeningly slow. Her every movement is deliberate and precise. I feel every inch of her. the sleek heat of her cunt swallowing me whole. My muscles strain under the urge to thrust upwards.
Miss Paxon releases one of my hands, trailing her fingers down my arm and across my chest. Her nails scrape lightly over my nipple, eliciting a gasp from my lips. She captures the sound with another searing kiss, her tongue tangling with mine. And I can’t hold on for a moment more.
“Ffffuckk,” I holler, lost in my ecstasy.
“That it,” she says with devilish ego, swaying her hips. “Give mommy your cum.”
My body shudders as waves of pleasure crash over me. Miss Paxon's movements somehow slow even more, drawing out one last tremor.
"Good boy," she hums, still writhing on my cock, draining my balls of every last drop. "You did so well for mommy."
I struggle to catch my breath with my heart pounding in my chest.
“Fuck. What was that?” I ask.
“Oh, Missster Roberts,” she says with a smirk. “Don’t play cute with me now. I’ve had my eyes on you” —she closes her eyes mid-gyration— “since the moment you showed up on the doctor’s doorstep. We’re quite limited on time, what with your—situation.”
“My situation?”
“The keys are in the ignition,” she says with giggle. “And there’s a fresh set of clothes on the passenger seat. I don’t suppose I’ll see you again.”
“Huh?”
Miss Paxon's weight shifts as she dismounts, leaving me suddenly bereft.
“Mommy will miss you,” she whispers.