Andres 3. #2
The drive to her house isn’t long, but by the time I pull into her driveway, I’m rock hard and breathing heavy in anticipation.
Her mouth keeps up a steady commentary, I think about the college town, sprinkled with random facts that I’m beginning to think are her life’s blood.
It’s hard to pay close attention since her hand is busy keeping up a steady stroke over my pants.
I turn off the car. My hands gripping the steering wheel so tight it creaks.
Slowly, I swivel my head to look at her, the light from her porch enough to see her well despite the late hour.
Her cheeks are flushed, the brown of her eyes nearly gone as her pupils dilate, and she’s chewing on her bottom lip like she didn’t just eat a three-course meal.
Her nipples try their damndest to make their presence known despite her bra and dress.
“You are an evil woman.”
She grins unrepentantly. “I am.” My hand snaps out, grabbing the front of her dress, between her breasts.
She gasps while I use my hold to drag her across the console and into my lap.
Moaning, she rocks her fine firm ass on my cock, her fingers driving into my hair and tugging.
She’s shameless as she uses me for her pleasure.
Hard grip on her jaw, I smash our mouths together and push my tongue between her lips, giving her no chance to protest. Not that she wants to.
Instead, our mouths fused, she finds the button on the side of my seat.
My seat slowly moves backward, while she moves quickly to straddle me.
When her hot pussy drops onto my clothed cock, I drop my head back and moan.
One hand on her hip, I slide my other beneath the fabric of her dress and bra and find her nipple.
I pinch it and she starts galloping in my lap, riding the ridge of my cock until she’s shaking, screaming her orgasm to the ceiling of my rental car.
Fuck. I’m gonna have to buy this car. This exact car. I don’t want anyone else driving this vehicle, don’t want anyone to smell her pleasure. I’m the only one who gets to revel in the spicy scent of her cunt.
I band my right arm around her body, holding her close to me, and open the car door with my left.
I manage to get us both out of it without falling over.
Her purse is in her hand, hitting the side of my thigh as I make my way up her sidewalk to her front door.
She sucks on the thin skin of my throat, the intense wet heat of her pussy soaking through my dress shirt while I rifle through her bag for the keys.
About eleventy billion years later, we’re through her front door and I slam her back against the wall and devour her mouth.
She’s humping me, whining, ripping at my suit jacket and then my shirt.
Buttons go flying and I don’t give a fuck, needing to be skin to skin with her like yesterday.
I cup her face reverently, even as I maul her mouth, sliding them down her neck, over her shoulders, and then I grasp both sides of her neckline and pull as hard as I can.
Her dress and bra rip and her perky tits bounce in freedom.
“You ripped my bra!” I force myself to look up at her, the hard tips of her tits taunting me. She’s not mad though, oh no, my girl is wrecked. “That’s so fucking hot! I love muscles!”
We pinball through her foyer, down her hall, and into her bedroom.
Pictures fall, a vase smashes to the ground, and a table is askew, but neither of us cares.
I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
Never wanted someone like I want Jenna. Crave her.
Every kiss, every breathy moan, every inch of silky skin…
my obsession grows until it’s a living breathing thing that demands satisfaction.
Naked, gasping, and already a little sweaty, I maneuver her to her back, her ass at the edge of the bed. My condom covered cock poised at her soaked entrance. “I’ll give you my mouth later, I can’t wait.”
“Oral is overrated.” She slaps her bare foot against my hip and then plants both feet on my chest. “Giddy-up. Let’s ride.”
“You’re spending time with the wrong men, Jenna.” I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue before nipping it with my teeth. Her back bows slightly, her pelvis rising, seeking.
“You might be right.” She moans brokenly, my tongue batting back and forth over her other nipple. I pin it to the roof of my mouth and suckle while driving into her forcefully, my cock butting up against something inside her that makes us both shake with pleasure. “Oh God!”
She’s so wet, impossibly hot, her pussy clutching me so tight.
I bite her nipple gently, standing back up.
Her feet back on my chest, knees slightly bent, I brace my arm over her shins, my other on her generous hip.
In and out. Deeper. Faster. Harder. So fucking hard.
The bed protests, sliding across the floor.
Her cries fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
I feel her climax building, her inner muscles spasming wildly around my length.
I slap the side of one bouncing tit, then cover it with my palm and squeeze.
She cums violently on my cock, her entire body reddening, her breathing stalling, as she opens her mouth, arches her neck and screams to the heavens.
Her pussy has barely stopped, before I flip her over to her knees.
I push her inner thighs, spreading her legs obscenely, lowering her pelvis to the right height.
Hands on her shoulders, I use my hold as leverage, keeping her in place while I rut into her like an animal in heat.
The sight of my cock disappearing inside her is indescribable.
My hips roll, my toes dig into the hard floor, my knees angry, but I don’t stop.
I don’t slow down. I take her over and over again.
Her tight little pussy choking my cock and dragging me closer to the edge.
She cries, thrashes, begs for mercy but she never stops slinging that ass back, her body demanding more until I throw my head back and roar, filling the condom, my fingers branding her flawless skin.
I slump over her back, breathing hard, heart racing, vision blurring.
I manage to catch my breath, while she falls to her stomach with a sigh.
I give her 2.5 seconds, then pull out, and flip her over.
She squeaks, but it morphs into an erotic moan when I cover her red and swollen cunt with my mouth.
I follow the lines of her toned and taut body, past glorious tits I plan to spend a lot of time worshipping and meet her heavy gaze.
“Did I hurt you?”
“In the best way.”
“I’m gonna lick it better, then we’ll get something to drink. I have no plans of waiting until tomorrow morning for round 2, my little prickly pear.”
She falls back to the bed, staring at the ceiling.
With a deep inhale, she begins, “I, Jenna Nemac, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament.” I bury my face in the crease where her thigh meets her pelvis.
I’m laughing so hard, tears fill my eyes and my body shakes.
“What—what are you doing?”
“I’m getting my affairs in order…you’re fixing to murder me by orgasm overdose.”