“Shit—Sanaa.”
She moaned around me, and the vibrations made my toes curl.
She pulled off just enough to drag her tongue along my length, spit trailing like silk.
“You taste so fucking good,” she whispered against my tip.
My hand found the back of her head—not to guide, just to anchor. Because I was fucking floating.
She took me back into her throat without breaking eye contact. Let herself gag on it, choke just a little, then pulled off with a slick pop and went right back down like she wanted to break me.
And she did.
My hips bucked, chasing her mouth like instinct. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back, but she was whispering between sucks—filthy, perfect things.
“You gonna cum for me, baby? Gimme that nut. I’ve missed this dick…”
I groaned. “Sanaa—fuck—stop. I swear fo’ God?—”
She didn’t. She just smiled around my shaft, swallowing me again, until my vision blurred.
Then she slid across the console.
Smooth. No rush. Just raw intent.
Her jacket hit the floorboards. She kept her heels on—spiked and perfect—bracing her thighs as she climbed into my lap. Her skirt rode high. No panties. Her pussy was glistening, dripping. My breath caught.
“This what you meant by pretending to work?” she taunted. “Then why don’t I do all the work.”
She kissed me—deep, filthy, tongue-first—before guiding me inside her with a slow grind that made my brain short-circuit.
No condom. Just her wet heat gripping me like a vice.
“Shit, Tariq. How did I ever walk away from your muthafuckin dick?Damn.” She was biting her shaking lip.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
She shuddered, one hand reaching back, bracing on the dash as she started to move—slow circles, rocking on my dick like she’d been practicing. My hands locked on her ass, helping her find the rhythm I knew we both needed.
“You love what my dick does to you?” I asked.
“I never stopped.”
I thrust up, and she gasped—head falling forward, mouth open. My hands slid under her top, found her bare breasts, pinched her nipples until she cried out, then clamped down around me hard enough I almost lost it right there.
The truck was bouncing. Windows fogged. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she fucked me like we didn’t have history—like this was the only time that mattered.
“You feel that?” I growled. “Feel what you do to me?”
She nodded. “I feel everything, baby.”
“I’m not gonna last.”
“Then don’t,” she moaned. “Cum in me. Give me all that nut. I want it deep in my soul.”
Her voice, that slick, filthy mouth, her soaked grip clenching me—it was too much. I snapped.
I slammed into her one last time and let go, groaning her name into her neck, body wracked with release as I spilled every ounce into her raw.
