I let out a whimper as he grinds his erection against me, mixed in with the sensation of how good of a fucking kisser this man is. It’s unsettling in the best way imaginable.
Baseball Guy squeezes my ass and moves me to the side as he opens the back door, all while not breaking contact with our lips.
“In. Now,” he breathes when he pulls away, looking dazed.
I follow his order, lowering myself into his exceptionally large back seat. He wastes no time following me in, but not before grabbing my top and tossing it to the ground. He shuts and locks the door behind him as I take a seat.
Before he can do anything, I straddle him and knock his hat off his head. He chuckles in response, but it dies as quickly as it came because my hands are in his hair and I drag his lips to mine.
He groans against my lips as we make out, our kisses becoming more intense as I grind against his cock through his jeans. Hands squeeze my ass as I continue to rock against him, his tongue parting my lips, and I open willingly.
We continue like that for a bit, hands exploring as our mouths do the same, until he halts my movement by squeezing my hips tightly.
“Take your skirt and panties off before I shred them to pieces.”
“Yes,sir. And you do the same. Lose the clothes.”
He undresses first, lifting up to undo his belt and lower his zipper, then shucks his jeans and boxers to his ankles. My mouth waters at the sight of his long, hard cock, and I’m about to lean in and get a taste when he takes his shirt off.
Using one hand, he grips the back of the shirt near his neck and rips it over his head, showcasing his unbelievable body.
I’m in a trance, my eyes roaming over the hard peaks and valleys of his body, and back to his impressive cock.
“Lose. The. Clothes,” he repeats, his tone brisk and demanding, making my skin prickle with desire.
Following his orders, I lift my hips to pull my skirt and panties down and off my legs. I go to remove my boots when he stops me.
“Leave those on. I love how your legs look in them and I can’t wait any longer,” he says impatiently as he tugs me onto his lap.
His lips immediately wrap around my nipple, making me gasp as I rock my pussy against his cock, spreading my arousal against him. He moves to my other nipple, making my head fall back as pleasure radiates in my entire body from the sensations of his mouth on my nipples and my pussy grinding against his cock.
Hands squeeze my waist, making me halt my movement once again.
“What’s wrong?” I pant, annoyed that he’s stopped.
“I need to be inside you. No more waiting.”
“I need it too,” I tell him.
It’s been a while for me and add in the fact of how turned on I am, and the ache between my legs is becoming unbearable.
So I lift onto my knees and he grips the base of his cock and lines it up with my center. Just as I’m about to sink onto him, he grips my waist with his free hand.
“Shit, I need a condom,” he grunts, swiftly reaching into his pocket for one.
Although I get my birth control shot every three months and I’d much rather take him bare, I know this is safer.
He slides it on in no time, and my breath hitches as a shiver rolls down my spine at the anticipation.
He grips my hip with one hand, the other on his cock, and impales me onto his cock. We both shudder as my pussy takes the tip, and again when I slide down another inch.
As if he knows what I need without saying it, he grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss, allowing my body to release and let go as we make out, eventually letting me sit fully on him.
Our lips break apart as my forehead drops against his and I let out a soft moan while he hisses.
“You took it all so well,” he murmurs, then grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes. “Now show me how well you can ride my cock.”
Usually, I prefer to be the one giving orders, but I oddly like this switching of roles. So I do as he says, lifting up until just the tip is inside me, and I slam back down.
