8. Leif
8
Never have I been more grateful for driving an automatic truck than I am right now. I keep one hand on the steering wheel while my other holds the exploring hand of the vixen beside me.
I dot kisses along her open palm and wrist. “You’re trouble, baby. Keep these naughty little hands to yourself until I get you home.”
Her thighs squirm and press together in the passenger seat as she twists her body closer to me.
“But being naughty is so much better than being nice,” she says, bringing herself further over to my side to lick up my neck, making me hiss.
“You’re naughty and nice, baby,” I whisper. “So good at being bad.”
She extracts her hand from mine to place it on my neck, pulling me in closer to her and nipping at the skin. I groan and glance down at the GPS. Fuck, it’s still nineteen minutes until we get to her place.
I take a deep breath, fighting against the discomfort in my jeans. My cock is rock hard and straining against the zipper. I’m not gonna last long the first time I have her. I need to get her ready before then.
My hand shoots out to squeeze her golden thigh. The loose, frilly skirt of her dress is already riding high from the way she’s rocking her hips, trying to ease her building arousal.
I skate my hand up her thighs, humming at the scorching heat coming from between her legs.
She parts for me, allowing my hand to twist and brush a finger against the lace covering her hot pussy, already wetting the fabric. Moaning at the contact, I fight to keep my eyes on the road.
I desperately want to watch her come undone, but I won’t risk our safety. She may test my control, but I’d never let harm befall her.
My hand snakes up so I can put it all the way into her underwear, my middle and pointer finger making a slow descent, grazing over her piercing, then down to her dripping core, dipping briefly inside.
Her panting increases, and the most stunning whimper escapes her lips. Her hips tilt and rock, chasing my touch.
“You want more, Bombshell?” I ask.
I continue the motion, slowly gliding down, then dipping inside with a firm thrust, before retreating up again.
“Fuck yes, I want more,” she says with a breathy sigh.
“Open your legs wider, baby.”
She complies, bringing one leg up to rest against the passenger door and pulling her dress up.
My eyes quickly wander over to see my hand buried inside her underwear. Her eyes are squeezed shut, chest heaving, her hips rolling over and over, chasing her release.
“Fuuuuuck.” I thrust two fingers deep inside her, rotating my wrist and pushing harder when I feel the rough skin at her G-spot. Her moans grow wilder, and her hand fumbles with my belt.
“What are you doing?” I ask, continuing to pump my fingers into her, straining to keep control of my legs so I don’t press harder on the accelerator.
“I need to touch you, too.”
Her little grunts of frustration are cute as fuck as, one-handed, she pulls the tail of my belt through the loops. She sighs in relief once it’s free and then pulls at the button.
I’m ready to explode as it is, so I speed up my fingers while grinding my palm down on her clit ring.
The change in pace causes her to pause, squeezing her fist over my still-covered dick while she throws her head back into the seat with a cry. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, just on the precipice of release.
She moans with renewed vigour and launches her body over the console to get two hands on me, roughly pulling at my button and yanking down on the zipper, searching for my cock. We both moan once she has that hot little hand wrapped around me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to have this inside me again.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” I grit through my teeth as she pumps my cock up and down, rolling her thumb over the precum leaking from the swollen head.
“I know you will.” She whimpers. “I tried getting myself off every night this week with the thought of your cock, but I couldn’t get there.”
My heart stops at her words. Knowing she was thinking of me makes me feel less crazed over the fact that I fucked my hand every night to thoughts of her.
“You tried?” I ask, slowing my movements back down to caress the inside of her slick heat, drawing out every deep movement before shocking her with quick thrusts once more. She whimpers and matches my pace with her hand up and down my cock.
I’m ready to spill my pleasure all over her, but I refuse to finish first. She continues to groan and sigh but doesn’t answer my question.
“Answer me, Bombshell. Has this beautiful cunt been aching for release all week?”
“Y-Yes,” she says.
I hum, relishing the thought that she hasn’t been able to get herself there. She craves my touch. Needs it.
“I’m gonna make it all better for you, baby. Would you like that?” I pull my hands out of her, making her whimper in protest, and wet my thumb.
I can’t help myself and stick those fingers in my mouth, savouring the taste of her.
“Fucking delicious.”
My fingers return to her, letting my thumb glide around her pierced clit in little circles while I add a third finger to her dripping core and make firm pumps.
“I’ve got six nights to make up for. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She pants and tugs on my cock with frantic, twisting motions.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come. I gotta look after my girl first.” A tingle at the base of my spine simmers, and I know I’m not lasting much longer.
“I want you to come, too.”
“You know I’ll always come for you, Bombshell. But I need yours first. Now come on my fingers.”
I speed up, shortening the thrusts, and press my palm harder against her clit. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her fluttering around me just as her screams fill the cab of the car.
“God, yes!” Her arousal drips down my fingers while I keep pumping into her, slowing once she starts to come down.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl, coming for me.”
I’m nowhere close to being finished with her tonight. Before I’m ready to pull myself from her, she’s scrambling to her knees and leaning over the console. Ducking her head low, she grips my cock with more purpose.
“Shit.” I quickly glance around outside.
The dark night and tinted windows of my car make it impossible to see inside.
A quick look at the GPS says there are only six minutes left till her house. Thank fuck. But I don’t need anywhere near that long when I feel her mouth close around my shaft and suck, bobbing up and down with devotion.
“Fuck, Bombshell. That’s it.” I lick my fingers clean of her arousal before letting them rest on the back of her head.
Letting her guide the pace and depth, I relish in the feel of her soft strands as I twist them around my fingers. Her answering moan vibrates around my cock as she continues to bob up and down.
“You gonna let me come down that pretty throat?” I feel her head nod and I force my eyes to stay focused on the road even though I’m desperate to close them so I can give into the endless bliss of painting my cum down her eager throat.
She twists her hand at the base of my cock, letting it slide up and down in tandem with her mouth, humming as she goes, and it does me in.
I roar as my cum unleashes into her ready mouth. She keeps pumping as every drop spills and then licks me clean. With my fingers embedded in her hair, I massage her scalp with adoration.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praise reverently as she pulls her head up to me, continuing to stroke my cock.
She lavishes my neck with nipping kisses, turning soft and affectionate as she tries to cosy into my body.
I pull onto her street, and I’m more than ready to spend as many hours as my body can withstand showing her every ounce of my appreciation.
“One down, five more to go.”
She’s damn near crawling into my lap by the time we pull into her driveway. Running her hands over my neck and shoulders, lightly pulling at my hair.
Her mouth doesn’t let up exploring my neck and jaw. I finally come to a stop and turn off the car, unfasten her seatbelt, and haul her into my lap.
Framing her face between my hands, I pull her mouth to mine, desperate to taste her lips. She hums and rolls her hips, ready for more.
My cock hasn’t even come down entirely from before, but I feel it hardening again. I’m fucking insatiable for this woman.
“You’re so beautiful.” I punctuate the statement with another hard press to her lips. “I would fuck you right here in my car. Let the scent of you imprint on the leather. But I need you naked and spread out for me so I can worship you the way you deserve.”
She nods and keeps gyrating over me, sighing as she rubs against my dick, only the soft, wet lace of her underwear separating us.
“Fuck.” I push my door open and step us out, tucking myself back in my briefs and leaving the fly of my jeans undone.
Her legs wrap around my middle as I kick my door shut and walk us up the brief steps to her front door.
Reaching behind her and up her skirt, I hook my fingers under the lace and slowly tease her entrance.
“I bet I could get you off again, right here. Just like this. Couldn’t I, Bombshell?”
She nods, and I lick along her lips, dipping my tongue in to tangle with hers, hoisting her higher against my body.
I pin her against the front door and let my finger dip farther. Her pussy is a mess of desire. I thrust my cock against her clit with quick pumps.
“Oh, fuck.” She rests her head against mine.
“Already, Bombshell?” I tease. “Poor baby. Did you feel so desperate this week without my help?”
She nods, making my chest puff with pride and I quicken my pace, adding another finger and fucking into her with wild abandon.
I kiss along her jaw before meeting her lips again and sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.
“One more, and then I need to fuck you. Need to feel this pussy choking my cock.” She flutters around my fingers, clamping down on the digits.
“That’s it, Bombshell. Come for me.” I pull her down harder on my body and thrust my cock against her. The lace of her panties causes a frustrating friction, and I’m left even more desperate as I feel a hint of her piercing glide along my shaft.
I need the soft skin of her body against mine, her limbs wrapped around me, suffocating me.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes fly open at my command, locking on mine. My fingers push deeper into her pussy while my cock stays pinned against her clit.
“You’re gonna give me all those beautiful orgasms tonight, Bombshell. Show me how desperate you’ve been all week. Knowing it was only me who could get you there. You’re gonna show me how good I am to you by letting me wear your cum on my face, fingers and cock, like a fucking brand. Isn’t that right?”
She nods, her breath sawing in and out, crazed moans igniting her way to oblivion.
“That’s right. Because who owns this pussy?” She whimpers and closes her eyes. “Eyes on me,” I grit, and she opens them once more, a hint of vulnerability showing with the desire. “Who owns this pussy?” I ask again.
“You,” she whispers.
“That’s right. And who owns me?” I ask, matching the weakening of her walls with my own.
“I do,” she says right before she throws her head back, pulsing around my fingers and coating me once more.
Yeah, she does.
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Subject: Parlour Tricks Beauty - Walls and Ceilings
Hi Guys,
Walls and ceilings have now been completed and are ready for the painters.
I’ve asked the tilers to work on the bathrooms this week as well before the salon goes on seven day lockdown to allow the lime wash stain to cure.
Thanks,
Westley