Can’t Stop Squirting #2
Jayla stared down at it, her breath catching. "Kevin..."
"Put it inside, Jayla. I need to feel how tight you are," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
She lifted her hips, lining her dripping wet opening with the head of his cock.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself down.
The sensation of his thick, unyielding shaft stretching her tight walls open made her vision blur.
She let out a long, ragged scream into the dark cabin as she took him all the way in, her pussy clamping down around his length like a vice.
"Fuuuuuck," Kevin roared, his eyes slamming shut as her tight, burning heat encased him completely. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight."
Jayla began to move, riding him in the cramped space, her knees digging into the sides of the driver's seat.
Kevin’s hands stayed locked on her hips, helping her guide the rhythm, thrusting his pelvis upward to meet her down-stroke, burying his cock as deep as it could go.
The wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mixed with the heavy scent of raw sex and her sweet perfume.
As the friction built, a strange, intense pressure began to bloom deep inside Jayla’s lower abdomen.
It wasn't just a normal orgasm; it felt heavier, fuller, like a wave of fluid was rushing toward her center.
Her clit was screaming from the constant rubbing against his lower stomach, and her internal walls were spasming wildly around his thick shaft.
"Kevin... wait, stop, something's happening," Jayla gasped, her voice panicking as the sensation intensified. She felt entirely vulnerable, unable to control the sudden contraction of her muscles.
"Don't stop, don't you dare stop," Kevin panted, his pace turning savage as he felt her walls tighten frantically around him.
"No, I’m going to…I’m going to make a mess!" she cried out, her eyes wide with sudden embarrassment as the internal dam broke.
Before she could pull away, her body went completely rigid.
Her pussy walls convulsed violently, and with a loud, gasping sob, a massive, hot torrent of clear fluid erupted from her center, squirting heavily across Kevin’s stomach, his lap, and all over the leather console.
It was a torrential, uncontrollable release, soaking his dark skin and the dashboard in a hot, slick wave.
Jayla collapsed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, her body trembling with the aftershocks of a shattering, wet climax.
Her cheeks burned with an absolute, agonizing embarrassment.
She had never done that before, and the sheer volume of the mess made her want to disappear into the floorboards.
"I'm sorry... oh my god, Kevin, I'm so sorry, I ruined your car," she whispered, her voice shaking as she tried to pull back, looking down at the puddles of fluid glistening on his jeans and the leather.
But Kevin wasn't upset. He was staring down at his soaked lap, his chest heaving, his dark eyes wide with a look of absolute, unadulterated worship. His cock was still buried deep inside her, throbbing violently from the sheer intensity of her contractions.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kevin breathed, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, trapping her against his body. "Jayla, that was the most beautiful, fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life."
"It's... it's a mess," she whimpered, her face flushing pink.
"I love the fucking mess," Kevin growled, his fingers sliding down to trace the wet skin of her outer thighs. "You just drenched me with your pussy, baby. I am completely hooked on you."
The heavy Houston humidity clung to the apartment windows the next afternoon, but inside her bedroom, Jayla had the AC blasting.
She was curled under her duvet, staring blankly at her laptop screen where a discussion board post about corporate tax structures sat half-finished.
She couldn’t concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, she was right back in the cramped, dark front seat of Kevin’s sedan, the scent of leather, sex, and raw arousal filling her nose.
Her face burned, a deep, hot blush spreading down her neck.
She reached down, her hand sliding beneath the waistband of her soft gray sweatpants.
Her clit was still swollen, incredibly tender, and the memory of how she had violently convulsed and drenched his entire center console made her pussy ache with a mixture of intense embarrassment and sudden, heavy horniness.
Ping.
Her phone buzzed against the nightstand. Jayla snatched it up, her heart doing a frantic dance when she saw Kevin’s name on the screen.
Kevin: Hey beautiful. Just woke up. Still thinking about last night. Honestly, I can’t focus on this coding assignment at all. My mind is entirely stuck on you.
Jayla bit her lower lip, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. The anxiety she’d been harboring since he dropped her off at her apartment complex surged back up.
Jayla: Hey. Look, about last night... I’m still so mortified, Kevin. I swear I didn’t mean to make a mess like that. It’s never happened to me before. I feel like such a freak. I understand if it was too much.
She stared at the little bubbles indicating he was typing. They vanished, then reappeared instantly, as if he couldn’t type his response fast enough.
Kevin: A freak? Jayla, look at me. If you’re trying to scare me off, you failed miserably.
I fucking loved it. Seeing your face when you lost control, feeling how tight your pussy clamped down on my cock right before you erupted...
I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
I’m literally hard just texting you about it.
A gasp escaped Jayla’s lips. Reading his blunt, dirty words made a thick, heavy wave of wetness instantly coat her underwear. She shifted on her bed, her thighs rubbing together as a fierce throbbing started between her legs.
Jayla: You’re lying just to make me feel better. It was literally a puddle, Kevin. Your car... your clothes...
Kevin: I don’t give a single fuck about the car, Jayla. I drove home with your sweet pussy juices soaked into my jeans, and the smell of you was driving me insane. You didn't answer my question from last night either. Did it feel good?
Jayla swallowed hard, her skin tingling. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as she typed out the honest truth.
Jayla: It felt... overwhelming. Like everything inside me just broke open. I couldn't stop it.
Kevin: That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel.
And I want to be the one who makes you do it again.
Every single time. Let me come over tonight.
Please. I want to see you without any clothes on, in a real bed, where we don’t have to worry about a steering wheel getting in the way.
I want to spend hours making you squirt all over your sheets.
The sheer boldness of his words sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her clit.
Jayla’s breath grew short. She looked around her quiet, lonely apartment.
The isolation of her online classes had felt like a prison for weeks, but suddenly, the thought of Kevin occupying her space—of his large, broad-shouldered frame mapping her mattress—made the walls feel charged with a dangerous, intoxicating potential.
She didn't want to be shy anymore. She wanted his thick, heavy cock back inside her. She wanted to feel his fingers stretching her open, driving her to that wild, uncontrollable edge again.
Jayla: My roommates are gone for the weekend. Come over after your seminar.
Kevin: On my way. Don't wear any panties. I want easy access the second I walk through your door.
Jayla tossed her phone onto the mattress, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She got out of bed, her legs slightly shaky.
She walked into her small bathroom, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Her dark curls were wild, her lips still looked slightly bitten, and her eyes were wide with a fierce, ravenous hunger.
She stripped off her sweatpants and shirt, standing entirely naked in the cool air.
She looked down at her body, tracing the soft curve of her hips and the dark patch of hair between her thighs.
She was already dripping, a clear, slick bead of arousal tracing down her inner thigh.
She was terrified of how messy it might get, how vulnerable she would be in her own bed, but the thought of Kevin’s intense, worshipping gaze made her entirely helpless to her own desire.
She didn’t put on any clothes. Instead, she slipped on a silky, oversized black button down shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone so her breasts peeked out, and left her lower half completely bare.
Exactly twenty minutes later, the sharp knock on her apartment door cut through the quiet.
Jayla took a deep breath, smoothing down the hem of the silk shirt, which barely covered the bottom of her hips. She walked to the door, her bare feet pressing against the cool faux-wood flooring, and turned the lock.
When the door swung open, Kevin was standing there, looking exactly like the alpha male who had taken complete possession of her the night before.
He was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt that clung to his chest, a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder.
His dark eyes instantly raked down her frame, taking in her bare legs, the peek of her cleavage, and the undeniable fact that beneath the short silk shirt, she was entirely naked.
He didn't say a single word. He stepped inside, dropped his heavy backpack carelessly onto the floor, and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it in one swift, fluid motion before turning his full, predatory attention back to her.
The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place felt absolute.
Jayla stood frozen in the small entryway of her apartment, her fingers clutching the hem of her silk shirt as Kevin turned around to face her.
The air between them was instantly thick, charged with the memory of the wet, chaotic heat they had shared forty eight hours ago.