She finds the right angle and rocks her hips, dragging her clit along the hard ridge of my cock through our clothes. The friction makes her cry out against my mouth, a broken, desperate sound that nearly undoes me. She does it again, riding me with increasing urgency, her movements growing frantic as she chases her pleasure. I can feel how wet she is even through the layers between us, the heat of her pussy soaking through my jeans.
Fuck, she’s perfect. The way she takes what she needs, the uninhibited hunger in every roll of her hips, the gorgeous flush spreading down her throat. I’m obsessed with it. I’m obsessed with her. My cock throbs painfully, trapped beneath her as she grinds down harder, and I’m mesmerized by her pleasure. By the fact that she wants me this badly. She’s whimpering now, breathless little sounds that tell me she’s close, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to watch her come apart on top of me.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she moans into my mouth. Her hands are everywhere, my shoulders, my chest, my face, like she wants all of me at once.
I don’t think she’s ever done this before. Not just sex. Any of this. Those desperate kisses in the laundromat were probably her first.
I’m the only man who’s ever seen her like this, touched her like this. The thought sends a possessive heat through me.
I take her hips in my hands, deepening and encouraging her movements.
“That’s it, doe. Fuck yourself on me. Use my cock to get yourself off.” I watch her face as she rides me harder, faster. “You’re soaking through my jeans. I can feel how wet your pussy is. Do you ache? Do you need to be filled?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” She moans and shudders, her eyes closing in bliss as she massages her clit against my shaft through our clothes.
“Look at me,” I command, one hand sliding up to grip her throat. Not squeezing, just holding and claiming. “I want to see those pretty eyes when you come. And you are going to come for me, aren’t you, doe? Right here in this car where anyone could see you grinding on my cock like a desperate little thing.”
I thrust my hips up to meet her movements, giving her more friction, and she cries out.
“You feel how hard I am for you? This is what you do to me. I’m going to fuck you so good when we get somewhere private. I’m going to fill this virgin pussy and make you scream my name.”
Adora tugs her skirt up her thighs, needing to spread her legs wider, letting me see her panties. She’s soaked through the thin cotton, and I can see an outline of her sex. I take a shuddering breath as she moves back and forth on my erection. The friction is exquisite torture. Every slide of her against my cock sends sparks up my spine.
“I’ve dreamed about this, doe. That pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Sucking me slowly while you look me in the eye.”
“Vincenzo,” she moans, working herself harder against me. Her breath is coming in short, urgent pants. She’s going to come soon, and her friction is going to do the same to me.
“Christ, I’m going to come in my pants.”
“No.” Her voice is raw and desperate. “Not like this. I need more.” She looks down between us, at where she’s grinding against the denim, and her eyes are wild with hunger. “I need to feel you. Your skin. I need us touching when we come.”
Her hands tremble as she reaches for me. She’s not going to settle for friction through clothes. She needs to be as close to fucking me as she can get without actually taking my cock inside her.
“I want you against my pussy,” she breathes, and hearing those words from her innocent mouth nearly destroys me. “Please, Vincenzo. I need to feel you bare against me.”
“Whatever my woman needs,” I say between desperate kisses, “she can have.”
Adora reaches for the button on my jeans, pops it open, and slowly unzips me, the teeth popping open with agonizing slowness, relieving the pressure of my hard-on.
Reaching inside my underwear, she pulls my cock out. The first touch of her hand on my bare flesh makes me groan. My cock is so hard it’s almost purple, the head slick with precum that she spreads down my length with her palm.
I think she’s going to stroke me up and down, but she does something even better.
Adora pulls her panties aside and I see her. All her shiny pink wetness in perfect glory. Her swollen clit. Her inner lips. I’m dying to get my mouth on her and taste her.
She moves closer to me and slides her pussy up and down my shaft, and her wetness makes her glide over me. The heat of her is incredible. Wet and silky and so fucking hot I’m going to come just from this. She slides up and then moans in pleasure as her clit strokes down my whole length.
This is as close as we can get to fucking without me being inside her. It’s not sex, yet this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Is—is that okay?” she gasps in my ear.
Okay? I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
I cup her ass, helping along her urgent movements, holding her closer so I can enjoy my cock sliding through her folds, getting coated in her wetness.
“Perfect,” I gasp. “You’re perfect. Look at you, doe. Look at this pretty pussy sliding on my cock. You’re dripping all over me.”
The underside of my cock is blazing with pleasure. My balls are aching for release, but she’s teasing me, drawing my gratification out. Every stroke of her pussy along my length is torture and ecstasy. I can feel her clit dragging over the sensitive head of my cock. I feel how swollen and desperate she is.
