“Frasier, this is the middle of nowhere,” I said.“There is no breakfast place anywhere.”
He pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car.“I know.I know, baby.I want a taste of …” He pushed his fingers underneath my skirt and right into my wet pussy.I grasped his wrist and tensed up, his two big fingers driving me crazy already.“This pussy.”
My eyes widened slightly, the pressure building up in my core.“Wh-what?!”
“Nobody has to know,” Frasier murmured into my ear, his fingers stuffed deep inside me.“Calix told me how wet you were for him last night, and I want my fill of you.I’m too jealous, too greedy.Ineedmy fill of you too.”
CHAPTERFOUR
ASTRID
Frasier didn’t even giveme a chance to speak.He continued murmuring dirty things into my ear, his fingers pumping in and out of me quickly.If I were in my right mind, I’d think of how much of a dick he was for not letting me get a word in, but … but, God, it was so, so hot.
“You’re so pretty, baby.So wet for me.Tell me how good my fingers feel inside you.”
“Frasier …” I whimpered, glancing at a car passing us.It wasn’t like we were hidden—at all—just parked on the side of the road.“I think?—”
“Forget about anyone else,” he murmured, drawing his nose against mine.“Tell me.”
Another whimper left my mouth as he built me closer and closer to an orgasm.I clutched his wrist and arched my back against the seat, digging my head into the headrest.I pressed my lips together to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure.
“Tell me, tell me,” he murmured.“I wanna hear it.”
“You feel so good!”I cried, legs shaking.“Please don’t stop.”
He pumped his fingers faster, deeper.I stared over at him, my jaw slack.
“I know,” he murmured.“I know.I know.I know.Let it all out for me.”
Pleasure coursed through my body, and my legs trembled wildly.I cried out, my body jerking against the seat.He doubled down and pressed his mouth against mine, eating up all my moans.
Once I finally came down from the orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of my cunt and stuffed them into his mouth, sucking off all my juices.A low groan left his mouth.“You taste so fucking good.”
I pulled my thighs together.“Frasier … we should probably get to?—”
Frasier seized my hips and sat me on his lap, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
“Frasier—”
“I’ll be quick, baby,” he said, pulling his cock out of his khakis and positioning himself at my entrance.“I promise, I’ll get you to school on time.I can’t let you go without hearing more of those sexy moans while your pussy is gripping my big … fat”—he thrust into me—“cock.”
My eyes rolled back into my head, and my head lolled back from the insane pleasure coursing through me.
Drunk sex was great.
Sober sex?Oh my fucking God!When I wasn’t impaired and could make logical decisions and … and …
With his hands sliding up and down the sides of my body, he pounded up into me at a quick pace.I gripped on to his shoulders, my tits bouncing in Rush’s shirt.Frasier placed his mouth against the shirt, finding my nipple and biting down on it.
He helped me move up and down on his cock, staring up at me with his mouth still latched on to my nipple.And when he stopped thrusting upward, I continued moving on him, letting him fill me completely, then pulling him out.
“Oh my God, baby,” I cried.“Oh my God!”
“Don’t stop,” he murmured, tugging up on my shirt to see my tits.“Keep going.You’re doing so good.So, so, so good for me.”
I sank my nails into his shoulders and whimpered, “You like the way these big titties bounce in your face?”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them all back.They sounded so awkward, coming from me, especiallysoberAstrid!
