Drenched Behind the Wheel #6
"Put your cock inside me. I don't care about the certificate. Just fuck me."
Luke yanked his wet fingers out and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her easily and carrying her over to the hood of the silver sedan.
He threw her back onto the warm metal, the red silk robe parting completely to expose her round breasts, her flat stomach, and her completely bare, glistening pussy to his wild gaze.
He popped the drawstring of his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers to free his thick, throbbing cock.
It was so fucking hard just from her presence!
He grabbed her ankles, pushing her knees all the way back to her shoulders, folding her completely in half on the hood of the car.
The position stretched her tight opening completely wide, her dark pink lips glistening and pulsing with her own fluids.
He lined his massive head up with her dripping entrance and plunged straight in.
"Fuuuuuck!" Nicole screamed, her voice a sharp, breathless rattle that echoed off the concrete walls of the garage.
The sheer size of his cock stretched her internal walls to their absolute breaking point, a deep, heavy thud vibrating through the entire frame of the sedan as his pelvis slammed brutally against her bare ass.
Luke began to fuck her with a savage, primitive power, his movements a fast paced, relentless blur of raw masculinity.
Because she was so incredibly lubricated by her own floodwaters, his thick shaft slid in and out with absolute, friction-free intensity, creating a frantic, incredibly loud rhythm of wet, slapping flesh and squishing fluids that filled the garage bay.
Every single deep plunge was driving his thick crown directly against her swollen G spot with merciless accuracy, sending violent jolts of pleasure straight up to her brain.
Nicole was entirely helpless, her fingers clawing at the windshield wipers, her eyes rolling back into her head as he claimed her body over and over again.
"You are so fucking tight, Nicole! Squeeze it! Squeeze my cock with your pussy!" Luke roared, his chest heaving, his muscles straining as he drove his hips forward with unyielding, savage force.
The intense, rapid friction built to an unbearable, explosive peak.
That familiar, overwhelming pressure began to coil tightly in the bottom of Nicole's stomach, heavier and fuller than it had ever been.
Her internal walls were spasming wildly around his thick shaft, and she could feel the internal dam preparing to break completely.
She didn't want to hold back. She wanted to drown him in her pleasure on their final day.
"Luke! I’m going to…I’m going to squirt! I can't stop it!" she screamed out, her upper body arching completely off the hood of the car.
"Do it! Shoot it all over my face again! Drench me, Nicole!" Luke commanded, his pace turning absolutely savage, his thrusts turning into a relentless blur of raw power.
The final barrier of her inhibition shattered into a million pieces.
Nicole’s core locked down around his shaft with a crushing, ferocious grip, and a massive, violent torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy.
Because of her folded position, the fluid shot out in powerful, pulsing waves, a literal fountain of squirt spraying heavily across Luke’s stomach, up his muscular chest, and directly onto his face.
The hot, slick floodwaters drenched his lips, his chin, and splashed heavily across his eyes, coating his entire face in a glistening sheen of her raw arousal.
Luke let out a wild, gasping shout, completely unhinged by the sheer volume and force of her release hitting his face.
The intense sensation of her tight, squirting core violently contracting and pulsing around his shaft completely broke his remaining sanity.
With a deep, guttural roar that rattled the garage doors, Luke shoved his hips forward one final, brutal time, pinning her down against the warm hood of the car.
His thick cock began to pulse violently inside her, shooting a massive, burning torrent of thick, white cum deep into the very back of her pussy.
He came in heavy, rhythmic spurts, filling her tight tunnel to absolute overflowing, his semen mixing with the slick flood of her squirt until the fluid was completely leaking out of her and dripping down the silver paint of the sedan.
The heavy, rhythmic panting of their breath was the only sound inside the quiet garage bay.
Luke remained heavily draped over her body, his face glistening with her fluids under the dim light.
He lifted his head, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his lips as his tongue darted out to lick the taste of her squirt off his upper lip.
"God, Nicole," Luke breathed, his voice a low, gravelly rasp of absolute worship as he looked down at her flustered, beautiful face. "You literally drowned my face with your pussy again. I am completely addicted to this mess. You are the baddest woman on the fucking planet."
Nicole let out a breathy, triumphant laugh, her fingers tangling in his messy dark hair as she pulled him down for a deep, wet kiss. "I told you, Luke. As long as you keep fucking me like that, I’ll never stop squirting for you."
The heavy garage air gradually cooled as the adrenaline began to clear from the room, leaving only the soft hum of the fluorescent shop lights overhead.
Nicole lay flat against the smooth, warm hood of the silver sedan, her red silk robe completely parted and draped over the sides of the car.
Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, her muscles completely turned to jelly after the sheer violence of her third climax.
Beneath her, a heavy, dark pool of her clear squirt and Luke’s thick, white cum was slowly spreading across the silver paint, trickling down the fender in a warm, glistening line—the undeniable evidence of how deeply he had just claimed her body.
Luke rolled off her, his large frame shifting as he sat on the edge of the bumper.
He was dripping; her hot, slick arousal was smeared across his flat stomach, coating his dark pubic hair and tracing wet lines down his muscular legs.
His thick cock was still completely rock hard, veins bulging angrily along the heavy shaft, the crown pulsing with a heavy bead of residual fluids.
He didn't pull away. He reached out, his large, calloused hand flattening right against the center of her soaked thighs, smoothing the wet skin with an expression of absolute, unadulterated worship.
"Look at what you did to this car, Nicole," Luke breathed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that made her clit instantly give a tiny, hyper sensitive throb against the metal. "You literally overflowed because of my cock. I’ve never seen a woman do anything like that in my entire life."
Nicole forced herself to sit up, her long caramel hair falling over her shoulders in wild, tangled waves.
Her previous day's shyness was entirely dead.
She looked down at his soaked chest, then up at his sharp jawline, a slow, incredibly confident smile spreading across her full lips.
She reached out, her acrylic nails tracing the line of his collarbone, completely unbothered by the wet mess they had created in the middle of the school garage.
"I told you, Luke," Nicole purred, her voice dropping into a low, intimate register. "At 34, I know exactly what my body wants. And it turns out, my pussy wants to be stretched out and fucked raw by a 21 year old speeder until it completely loses its mind."
"God, you are so fucking bad," Luke growled, his dark eyes flashing with a fresh, ravenous spike of hunger as he took in her completely bare, glistening front.
"I drive home every single afternoon with your sweet pussy juices soaked straight into my clothes, and the smell of you has been driving me insane."
He stood up, his massive frame towering over her as she sat on the hood. He reached into the front pocket of his discarded athletic shorts and pulled out the blank remedial driving certificate. He tossed it onto her lap, right into the middle of the wet silk of her robe.
"Sign it," Luke commanded softly, his hands sliding down to grip her bare waist, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh with a possessive squeeze.
"Sign the paper so I can keep my license. Because next week, I’m driving my own car straight to your apartment, and I’m going to spend hours making you squirt all over your own bed sheets."
The sheer boldness of his words sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to Nicole's clit.
She let out a breathy, thrilled laugh, grabbing a pen from the garage workbench.
With a trembling hand, she signed her name on the instructor line, certifying that Luke Vance had successfully completed his intensive defensive driving course.
She folded the damp paper and slid it into his hand, her blue eyes locked onto his with an intense, intoxicating promise.
"You passed, Luke," Nicole whispered, her lips brushing against his sharp jawline. "You're legally cleared to drive in the fast lane now."
"I'm only driving to you," Luke growled, trapping her mouth in one final, deep, completely possessive kiss that tasted like their raw, shared arousal.
The week at the Lone Star Defensive Driving Academy was officially over, and the digital clock on the garage wall indicated the session was done for the day.
But as Luke pulled his shorts back up and Nicole tied her red silk robe around her bare hips, they both knew this wasn't the end of their route.
In the quiet sanctuary of the dark garage bay, under the ruined silver hood of the company car, Nicole hadn't just saved a young man's license—she had found the exact, high-octane thrill she had been missing for years, and she had no intention of ever hitting the brakes.
There's no reason to stop now.
Not when another thrilling adventure is waiting just around the corner.