“They’re going to see in here.”
“Even in the brightest light you can’t see shit. Tints from the front to the back windows,” I let her know. “You can’t be grown, want the dick and be scared at the same time.”
Instead of her sitting on it, she leaned over, sliding me on her tongue, surprising the fuck out of me. I wasn’t going to tell her to stop, but I also didn’t want her to feel like she had to do that either.
That reserved bullshit she was hollering went out the window as she gobbled my shit down to the tonsils. She wasn’t even on my shit long and already had my toes popping. I placed my hands on top of my head and watched her go to work.
“Fuck. Do that shit then.”
She reached up for my arm, placing my hand on top of her head. I didn’t need to guide her, but she indicated me that she didn’t mind me showing her what I liked. Her head and handwork went crazy.
“You’re just so fucking big…” She kissed the head. “And before I rode you again, I wanted to taste you.”
“Shit, do you, baby.”
She bobbed her head relentlessly. Neck strong. Right pressure from her cheeks. She sucked the entire shaft and dribbled my balls with her tongue before sucking on them. That had me about to punch on shit.
“Man fuckkkk!”
She looked me in the eye, spit dripping off her chin and coating her lips while she jacked me. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open or head straight as it fell back. I was seeing colors. Thismothafucka knew what the fuck she was doing, and she wanted to get me to tap out on head.
“Ain’t.” I yanked her ass off me. “Get up on the console.”
Her juices left an imprint on the leather. I grabbed her legs, putting them over my shoulder so her pussy was eye level just where I needed it. That mothafucka sat pretty, too.
The city moved behind us.
The second my breath touched her clit, she let out a whimper. Her pussy was warm, and glistening with juices. I kissed that pretty mothafucka before lifting her higher into the air.
She couldn’t contain herself as she grabbed onto both headrests to hold herself up, but I was already doing the work. I pulled down the handlebars, locking her ankles in. She couldn’t run.
“My God!” she screamed.
“That nigga don’t got shit to do with this.”
“Rayzor, I can’t take it, please let me put my legs down.”
“Why, Eris? Huh, yo’ mama raised a bitch?” I asked, latching onto her clit, rolling my tongue around, slipping and swallowing her juices. Every time I lapped up some, she created more. That pussy was too wet.
She ground her hips, pushing herself deeper into my mouth and on my tongue. Her inner thighs quivered. She moaned, whimpered and screamed in pleasure and pain. Those leg stretches were giving her a workout.
Bringing her to another powerful scream, I released her legs, one after the other. She was so engulfed in that nut that she didn’t even realize she was free. I pulled her down on my dick, and she dropped her head forward. Tears held steadily at the brim of her eyes.
Her walls pulsated with every thrust.
She wrapped her hands around my back. Her mouth pressed against my ear. Her breath trembling. That shit had me spent.
Her juices leaked underneath us.
“Look at me when you ride this dick. Let a nigga know you know what you doing.”
She removed herself from me, eyes trained, locked in. I hit her spot, and she tried containing herself, but it was slowly escaping. That’s the shit I liked to see.
I kissed her, sucked on her tongue. Her lips were sweet. Her sweat made the leather seats sleek as she flooded. I pushed her back, grabbing her neck.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed. “This dick too good.”
“Dick like this needed pussy like yours.”
