13. Lance #2
A smirk pulls at her lips, and hell if I don’t envision them wrapped around my cock as I fuck her mouth.
Concentrate, dumbass.
Flipping open my wallet, I pull out the lone condom from between the billfolds.
For all I know, the thin rubber could be expired; it’s been in my wallet for I don’t know how fucking long.
I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell lately.
But that ends tonight. This little backseat rendezvous is just an appetizer.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask. As much as I want to be inside her, she holds all the cards.
Her aquamarine eyes darken with hunger as they bounce between my dick and face. “Yes. I want this.”
Without taking my eyes off her, I tear open the foil package and roll the latex to the base of my hard cock. “Come here.”
With one hand on her lower back and the other holding my dick upright, I guide up, her pussy hovering above my tip.
“Slide your wet pussy down my cock, and fuck yourself with it.”
A soft moan slips past her lips as she places her hands on my shoulders and lifts onto her knees, positioning herself above me, then pulls her panties to the side and notches my cockhead at her entrance.
Her pussy is so fucking hot she practically burns the sensitive flesh of my engorged tip as she slowly works the tip in and out of her tightness, teasing me and warming herself up.
“Fuck yes. More. Keep going, baby,” I encourage her, gripping her waist beneath her sweater and guiding her down. I’m not even halfway inside her when I feel her pussy clench my cock and hear her breath hitch.
Gwen stills with my dick barely seated inside her. “I can’t. So full.”
“Yes, you can.”
She shakes her head.
“Your body was made to take my cock.” I place a thumb on her clit and rub circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making her cry out as she takes another inch. “That’s it. Keep going, Gwen. Let me fill your pretty pussy with my fat cock.”
“Oh, god … Your mouth. It’s so dirty.” Her head falls back with a sultry moan, exposing her neck.
The floral scent of her skin fills my nose as I lavish her delicious skin with my tongue and continue the assault on the space between her legs. “You like my dirty mouth?”
“Yes,” she hisses. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she lowers herself another inch.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” I can’t tell what flower it is, but the sweet tendrils make me dizzy and drive me wild. I wish I could burn her scent onto my skin so I could smell her on me forever. “I bet your pussy tastes just as delicious.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans. At her request, my cock swells inside her, greedy for more. I’m in a losing battle against the need to pull her down onto my dick and fuck up into her like an animal.
Fucking hell, this woman is going to be the death of me.
I remove my hand from her ass and wrap it around her throat, giving it a light squeeze. “You wanted this dick, pretty girl, now fucking take it.” Her pussy gushes and drips down my shaft, making a mess. “Feel that?”
She nods.
“Your needy little cunt wants more. Give it to her. Ride my cock like you own it.”
In one last fell swoop, Gwen glides down my cock until I’m fully seated inside her. I pause, letting her adjust to my size while I get a grasp on my control. She’s too tight. Too wet.
Fucking perfect.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Take your time.” I’m barely able to grind out the words as I hold on to my waning control.
“No, I need to move.”
Gwen lets go of her panties and reaches for the passenger assist handle as she places her other hand on the cabin roof. Using both as leverage, she pulls herself up my length and then slams all the way down on my cock, surprising the hell out of me.
I don’t know what it is, the friction, the feel of her pussy surrounding me, her floral scent, fucking all of it, all of her, but whatever it is severs the last dregs of my sanity.
My hands fly to her waist, and with a tight grip, I fuck up into her, desperate to burrow myself deep inside her body.
The sound of our slapping sex, our gasping breaths, and the squeak of metal fills the air as she bounces on my cock, riding me as though her life depends on it.
My life definitely depends on it.
I slide my hands under her shirt and over her breasts, cupping her perky tits over the silky material covering them. Her nipples are hard beneath the fabric as I rub my thumbs over the tips.
Shoving her sweater up, exposing her luscious tits, I tug her bra down, setting her breasts free. I lean forward and take a pebbled tip into my mouth. Her pussy clenches my dick like a vise as I suck and nip at the tender flesh, alternating my attention between the two.
“I’m almost here, Lance. I just need—” she pants as she swivels her hips.
“I got you, pretty girl.” Her sweater falls around my head, cloaking me in darkness, as I move my hand between her legs and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.
Her moans and chants of “yes” grow louder with each thrust of my hips. With my mouth on her nipples and a hand on her pussy, Gwen’s body begins to quiver and convulse beneath me.
Spine-tingling pleasure hits me like a lightning bolt, sparking my impending orgasm. “Come for me, Gwen. Let me feel your pussy choke my cock and milk the cum out of me.”
My words send her over. Gwen’s body tenses, and her pussy seizes around my shaft in a chokehold as she comes again. The uninhibited scream she makes as her climax tears through her in pulsing waves is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck,” I growl. My vision blurs, and the blood in my veins pounds in my ears as I follow her into the undertow.
Our hips slow to a gentle rock as we wring out every last bit of orgasmic bliss together.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” I grumble from beneath her shirt as I rest my forehead on her chest and breathe.
I tug myself free from her sweater and come face-to-face with the beauty on my lap.
Something inside me shifts as I stare into her lust-filled gaze. “I hope you know I’m not done with you yet.”
“Didn’t get your fill, Mr. Taylor?”
Don’t think I ever will.
With my fingertips, I brush the fine that sticks to her glistening forehead and cheeks back behind her ears.
“Not even close. I can’t wait to get you completely naked on my bed, legs spread wide, and waiting for me to drink you in before I extract every ounce of pleasure I can from your body, until you pass out, exhausted and sated. ”
Gwen swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, and with a breathy moan says, “I like the sound of that.”
As if she has a choice. I’m too far gone, and there is no way in hell I’m letting her go tonight. If ever. There is something about this woman that has me twisted inside out, and I am not mad about it.
“Good.” I reach for the back of her neck and slam my mouth to hers in a fiery kiss. When we break apart, my cock slips from its new home in disappointment.
Only after I help Gwen straighten her skirt and sweater do I remove the condom—tying it off and shoving it into my pants’ pocket—tuck my cock back inside my slacks, and call for the cab driver to drop us off at the hotel.
And as promised, I fuck Gwen until we both pass out, in a tangle of limbs and sheets, too drunk off each other to move.