Chapter 8 – Kylie #2
“Shut up,” I say, biting his bottom lip.
“Just stop talking.” My hands run up his shirt with the need to touch all of him, to have him in this moment.
I’m not even thinking about what tomorrow will bring, because right now, in this moment, I want him to kiss me. No, scratch that, I need to kiss him.
“Fine.” His mouth slams on mine again, his hands running up my bare legs, and I wiggle my ass in his lap, feeling his cock hard under me, knowing it’ll drive him crazy.
I swallow down his groan as he moves his head to the other side.
His fingertips moving past my knee and up my skirt, my legs automatically opening for him.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, but I tug on the top of his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine.
I can safely say this is one kiss I don’t think I’ll ever forget in my life.
“The less you talk, the better.” My tongue goes into his mouth as it goes around and around at the same time his fingers rub up my covered pussy.
My hips push up to his fingers to get him to touch me again.
He runs his fingertips up and down the silk panties, and I tremble in his arms with need.
I’ve never fucking trembled before in my life.
“Fuck,” I finally hiss out when he presses his two fingers down right where my clit is.
His hand moves to the waistband of my panties, and he pushes them down and I want to—no, need to—open my legs more, but it’s restrictive.
He tries to push them down further, but his hand under my tight skirt won’t let it happen.
I move my hand to my shirt and move my hips side to side, pulling the skirt up around my waist.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls before he slides his hand into my panties and his finger right into me. I swear I think I could come on his finger. I let go of his mouth to pant. “Harder,” I urge, and he hisses.
“I can’t,” he grumbles in frustration. “Fuck.” He moves his finger in and out of me, but the tight satin doesn’t give him much access.
I lift my hips and move the panties down and his fingers that were just buried in me are pushing them down to my knees.
I move my legs until they fall off somewhere.
“That’s what I want,” he announces and slips two fingers into his mouth before sliding them down my slit and into me.
My back tries to arch as he kisses me again.
His fingers move in and out of me frantically, and I don’t even think I last more than thirty seconds before I grab his wrist and come on his fingers. I let go of his mouth. panting out, “Oh God.”
He laughs when he slides his fingers out of me and into his mouth, moaning from tasting me, “Knox,” he declares, “not God.” I’m so turned on right now, I turn in his lap and my back hits the horn.
It makes us both stop, but his hand is on the button on the side of the seat, pushing us away from the steering wheel.
“Condom?” I ask him. He lifts his hips, pulling his wallet out and grabbing a condom.
“Thank God,” I say, my mouth devouring his.
My taste is on his tongue as I suck his tongue the way I want to suck his cock.
His hands work his belt and then I move away from him to give him space to roll the condom on.
I can barely see his cock or what he has to offer.
“Climb on,” he invites, and I hold the headrest with one hand and put my feet by his hips.
I hold his cock with the other, and feel how thick he is, before I place him at my entrance and fall down on him.
Fuck, not only is he thick; he’s long. I give myself a second to get used to his size, moving my hips forward and back.
“That’s it.” His hands come up and grab my tits through my top.
I lift myself once and then slam back down and repeat the motion.
His pants get louder and louder every time.
His hands go to my ass, holding me up and then dropping me on his cock.
The cab is filled with our breathing and nothing else.
I flip my top up over my lace bra. Moving one of my hands behind me, I hold the steering wheel as I ride his cock with my other hand on the headrest. His hands move to my bra, moving it up and freeing my tits.
Both hands pinch my nipples as I ride him faster.
I have to stop moving when he switches from one breast to the other, coming again on his cock.
But he moves under me, pushing up into me, his hands holding my ass up and giving him the control.
“Kylie,” he says my name between clenched teeth, “so fucking tight.” I move his hand off me and put it back onto the headrest with mine.
“You want to do all the work, fine by me,” he grits, taking my nipple into his mouth and making me lift my hips and then come down on him.
He moves to the other nipple and bites it before sucking it in his mouth.
My hips lift to the end of his cock, fucking just the tip before slamming down.
His eyes look into mine while I repeat the motion.
I lift myself faster and faster up and down his cock, feeling myself about to explode. “I’m going to—”
“Same,” I declare, my mouth takes his again, and I slam down on him one last time before I rotate my hips and gush all over him.
I feel his cock twitching inside me, and I know he’s coming.
His hand is in my hair and the kisses slow down, and I move to the side of him.
My back goes to the window and his hand comes to my ass as he rubs it.
“Cramp,” I complain, and he lifts my leg and stretches it out beside him.
His hand goes to my hip. “When you said you would give me a ride, I didn’t think it would be me giving you a ride,” I joke with him, and he pulls me to him to kiss me one more time.
“I need you to get off my cock so I can get rid of the condom.” He slides his tongue into my mouth, and I move my bra down at the same time I move my skirt down.
He picks me up and places me on the seat beside him, reaches into the center console, and grabs some Kleenex before he takes the condom off, and putting in the hanging little garbage bag that he has, probably for his kids.
I push my dress down and the car starts to play music, and I jump, thinking someone caught us.
“I guess we have signal now,” he mumbles.
“You can put your address in.” I do as he says and have never been so happy that the ride is less than six minutes away.
He tucks his monster cock back into his pants and then takes off, following the directions to my house.
I look out the window, not sure what to say.
I just fucked this man like I’ve never fucked another man in my life.
I’ve never, ever had sex unless it was in a bed.
He pulls into the building awning, right in front of the front doors. “This is me.” I grab my purse. “Thanks for the ride.”
“I think I should be thanking you for the ride.” He looks over at me, one hand on the steering wheel and one on the door.
“No.” I shake my head, opening the door. “We are not going to do that,” I tell him. “This never happened.” I get out. “I still don’t like you.”
“Same,” he retorts, and I slam the door. I’m walking into the building as he takes off before I have a chance to turn back and ask him for my panties.