“Your lips are mine.” He kisses me, biting down on my lip before giving me a hot kiss. “This body is mine.” On instinct I press closer, needing him with my next breath. “Your fucking heart and soul is mine, Grace. Tell me you’re mine.”
He curls his finger inside me and I swear it has me seeing stars. Every time with Oak there is this mind blowing pleasure that somehow gets better and better. “I’m yours.”
I feel his smile against my lips. “That’s right, baby, and you always will be.” As he finger fucks me with a frenzy he then begins to circle my clit with his thumb. And the attention to the engorged little nub has me coming before the build can consume me. It’s a crash of pleasure and ecstasy that leaves my body trembling from how powerful it is.
As I come to from the overwhelming sensations I notice Oak’s jeans are undone and his fully erect cock is out. There’s pre-cum glistening at the tip and I’m salivating at the mouth to take a taste.
I know most women don’t find cocks beautiful but they have never seen Oak’s.
And they never fucking will.
Dickmatized I reach out and wrap my hand around his girth. A hiss lets out between his teeth.
“As much as I love your hands on me,” he begins in a strained voice. I move my hand up down, squeezing tight just the way helikes. His eyes roll to the back of his head and euphoria sweeps through him. His eyes open as I swirl my thumb around the tip. “And I love your mouth even more, what I love the most is being inside your tight wet cunt.”
“Please.” I find myself begging for him.
“And don’t I love how you fucking beg. Those pouty lips were meant to be begging for my cock.”
Holy mother-fucking of fuck.
“You still trust me?”
Heart racing, pussy dripping wet, and my body begging for more I moan, “Yes.”
Surprisingly he unhooks my ankles from his back and sets me down on my feet. I whimper in protest and he responds with narrow eyes. Moving me aside slightly he opens the back door to the truck and spins me around by my hips. Then with the flat of his hand against my lower back he presses down until my front is flush against the backseat.
Without any warning or even a word he pulls my jeans and thong down in one go. I feel the cool air hit my ass and I’m suddenly hyper aware that we are indeed about to have sex out in the open and can be caught.
And why in the hell does that turn me on more?
“Up on the tips of your toes, Grace, and I want your hands behind your back,” he commands lowly and I without hesitation oblige.
I feel him press against me then, his erection hot and heavy against my ass.
And there’s a forbidden thought that fleets my mind.
What if he took me there?
His hand firmly grasps my hip while his other guides his erection between the cheeks of my ass.
I’m well aware I’m a panting flustered mess. But having him tease me by rubbing his cock along the seam of my ass all the way to my pussy lips has me breathless.
I try to push my hips back. I try to create more friction. I try to guide him inside but he stops me each time.
“You’re teasing me.” My voice sounds much whinier than I would like.
“It’s only fair, don’t you think?” he says while lubricating his cock with my arousal. Leaning down I feel his chest against my back and his breath by my ear. “You tease me all the fucking time, Grace.”
“And how do I do that?”
He chuckles darkly, the sound liquifying my inside to mush. “You flaunt this ass of yours at me every chance you get.” Taking me by a delighted surprise he leans back and slaps my ass. It leaves behind a nice sting and I know his handprint must be there. He palms the reddened skin, then, before slipping his finger through my slit and circling my clit.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I choke out his name. “Oak.”
“But it’s more than just your ass that teases me, Grace. It’s everything about you. It’s a miracle I’m able to keep my hands to myself.”
“I don’t want you to.”
