An inch forward has me easing into her, just enough to create friction but not enough to satisfy her.
“Are you holding my pussy hostage, Devil?”
I grin, thrusting a bit further before pulling back out.
“Answer the question and maybe I’ll answer yours.”
Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip. It’s a tease, one that shouldn’t be so effective when her body is pinned and virtually immobile.
“What was the question again?”
Sucking my cheeks together, I let the saliva pool in my mouth before leaning over and letting it fall past my chin.
And onto her clit.
“You know exactly what the question was, but I’ll ask again.”
My thumb presses on the wad of spit, sending the drool slipping through her pussy lips. Calista shudders beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed for one victorious moment.
“Who won the race tonight?”
A hard stroke of my thumb paired with a small thrust has her gasping, clenching around nothing as I pull out just as quickly.
“You did.”
“And who’s going to fuck you tonight?”
Desire smoulders and swells in her eyes, an untouchable flame that makes me want to kiss her all over again.
Just to keep the fire locked inside.
“You are.”
It’s a ploy to get me where she wants, but for this moment I let myself have it. I let myself believe that this right here is all she wants.
ThatI’mall she wants.
My cock drives itself home, eager to claim our prize in the most selfish way possible. To take for myself and not give a second thought about anyone except Calista.
Our hips snap together and our groans disappear in a flyaway breeze. There’s nothing but the beam of our headlights and the coloured hue of the streetlight illuminating the pavement and two people fucking against the side of a car.
One hand braced against the frame and the other on her hip, I slam into her again and again, soaking in the sound of her praise untilgood boywrites itself in the starless sky. Carves itself onto the bare patch of skin and adds another scar with her name on it.
Pleasure thrums in my veins as Calista contracts around my cock. Her orgasm has her bouncing on the window, digging her nails into my shirt until I feel them indent the skin.
Gripping her hips, I fuck her through the high, hard and fast and just how she likes it.
Cum drips from the tip of my cock when I pull out, attraction and desire leaking all over the fucking place. I drop her legs and pull her back onto her feet, ass high in the sky thanks to those stilettos she loves to wear.
“Hands on the hood.”
A coy, lazy smile spreads across her face as viciously sharp nails brace themselves against the sleek exterior. The globes of her ass cheeks are small but firm, toned muscle that’s built for a runner’s body.
Smack!
Calista’s purr sounds just as sexy as the engine of her car, her ass wiggling itself high in the air to receive another spank.
Smack! Smack!
