Chapter 30 #2
She arches her back, giving me an unobstructed view of her swollen pussy, and just when I think she’s going to stand and lower her dress, she peers over her shoulder again, whispering so softly and slowly, “Well, good thing I’m on birth control, so you can just fuck me bare.”
I’m now certain—one hundred percent without a doubt sure—that I’ve died and gone to heaven. Because the most beautiful woman I have ever met, one with a heart of gold, is back to grinding her pert little ass against my dick, telling me to take her bare.
“You serious, baby?” I ask, but I’m already twisting the hem of her dress in my hands, lifting it up to her waist. With one hand sliding up her spine to grip the back of her neck, I lean her over. I bring my mouth down, kissing the pink skin, my handprint nearly visible on her ass.
My hand rears back, and I spank her again. Just like before, she yelps, but then moans, all breathless, and when I curl my hand over her stomach, I find her wet between her legs. “Sweetheart,” I rasp, pressing my lips to her lower back. “You’re dripping all over my hand.”
She lowers herself onto my lap, angling my cock in between her legs, and she rocks back and forth, back and forth, her wetness coating my dick. Pausing only to grab the hem of her dress, she bunches the fabric and brings it up and over her head, discarding it onto the ground that surrounds us.
I moan, loud and rough, as my head falls back. Fuck me. Holly fully naked and grinding herself on me is more than I could’ve ever hoped for.
My hands roam all over her body, from her sinful hips to her shoulders, curling around to tease a nipple.
She arches back, pushing her breasts into my palms, begging me for more.
And just when I’m about to burst, I slow her motions and lift her up, bending her over again until her chest hits the steering wheel.
And when I lift her ass to line her up, I swear I hear her murmur please.
But she doesn’t have to beg. I’m already spitting on my hand, using that to stroke my dick, and then I’m ushering her down, pushing the first inch of my dick inside of her.
I give her a second to adjust to my size, and then I push in another inch. Once her breathing evens out, she starts wiggling the rest of the way on. When she’s halfway down, with one heavy exhale, I push forward.
We both gasp once I’m fully inside her, and then I pull her up by the shoulders, needing to hold her while she sits on my lap.
She arches back, twisting her head to find my lips, and I cup her chin, pulling her to me as our lips meet. I kiss her hard, pouring all my emotion into this one moment, and she’s just as desperate, kissing me just as hard until we pull away.
She adjusts her position, sitting center in my lap, and we both face forward.
The sun has started to disappear, and we’re nearly shrouded in darkness.
I’m a little bummed that our first time won’t be where I can see her, where I can memorize each little flutter of her eye, each curl of her lip when something hits just right.
But that will come after. I’ll fuck her right here, right where anyone could drive by and see us.
And then I want to take her home and lay her out underneath me.
Spend the entire night rocking into her, memorizing her moans, the way her hair looks against my sheets, the feel of her entire body pressed against mine.
Holly leans forward, placing a hand on each of my knees for balance before raising her hips.
She arches her lower back and pulls almost all of the way out of me before slamming back down.
She continues at that rate, giving me wild, sloppy thrusts that have me ready to burst. I ghost my hands over her sinful hips and watch where we’re connected, where my dirty, thick body meets her soft and pale one.
We’re so different, such a contrast, but at the same time, I’ve never felt anything so right.
Grabbing her hands, I lift them from my knees and wrap them along with my arms around her core.
I squeeze her tight, and she’s only able to move a little bit, but she lets out a heady moan, her head falling back to rest on my shoulder as she rotates her hips.
“Grayson, this feels … this is so…” she trails off, and I bite down on the space where her neck and shoulder meet.
“Good girl,” I tell her, nipping and licking her skin as she rolls her hips. “That’s my good fucking girl. This is what you came for, isn’t it? You came here, not wearing any panties, hoping I’d fuck you raw.”
Her eyes are closed, but her flushed cheeks rise as she smiles, giving me her answer.
I bury my face into her damp, messy hair, inhaling deep and finding she smells like my shampoo.
I can imagine her in my shower, lazily soaping her body, her hands roaming all my favorite places.
Maybe she touched herself, maybe she started to, and then realized she wanted to find me instead.
Either way, I’m one lucky son of a bitch right now.
“You think you have me fooled. You’re an angel, my angel, all sweet and kind, born to heal, but underneath those wings is my dirty girl, begging for my cock.”
“Yes,” she moans, and I release my hold just a little, just enough so I can reach for her clit.
The second I pinch it, she gasps, and her legs give way, but I urge her to keep going.
With firm pressure, I circle her clit, matching my thrusts with hers.
“Then take it, baby. Ride my cock the way you want to, use me, let me be the one lucky enough to feel this tight little cunt grip me when you come.”
“Grayson,” she breathes out, a hand coming to cover mine that’s still rubbing her clit.
She presses down on mine, and I move faster.
“Oh my gosh, don’t stop, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—” The last few words die out with a scream, and I don’t stop moving my hand as I pump my hips.
She squeezes me, and it feels even better than I could have ever imagined.
With my cock still inside of her, I rise, leaning her over so her chest rests on the steering wheel.
She hasn’t even settled from her second orgasm when I start to thrust—fast, rough thrusts that jolt her entire body.
I don’t stop fucking her until she screams, until her hands reach out for anything, something to hold onto, and I feel her coming on my cock again.
That orgasm is all it takes to have me grunting, and my own loud release echoes over the quiet night air as I spill myself in her.
Her body relaxes, becoming languid and pliable, and I pull her back into my arms as I fall into the seat.
I hold her, cradle her, brush my lips over the crown of her head, murmuring soft praises against her hair.
I’m breathless, panting, ready to throw the tractor in drive and take her home when she turns to me.
She tilts her head back, letting me soak in the shadows of her face under the glow of the July moon. She rests a palm against my cheek, and I lean in, watching her eyes dart back and forth across my face. “Thank you,” she murmurs, and I let her kiss me, but when she pulls back, I have to ask.
“Thank you for what, sweetheart? As much as it turns me on, you don’t have to thank me for orgasms.”
She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, playfully rolling her eyes at me. When she turns back, her expression is a little more serious. “Thank you for seeing me, all of me, and not wanting to change it.”