His dark chuckle came from behind me. I crawled onto my knees, peering over the seats into the back. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you might want a little more room.” There was nothing quite like a man’s voice when it dipped into the lowest baritone, rumbling against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I was more mesmerized than I should be, forgetting where we were and where we were supposed to be right about now.
Who the hell cared if we were a little bit late? Certainly not me, and if by engaging in a carnal sin meant I’d annoy my mother and father, then so be it.
“You’re right.” As soon as I started to crawl over the console, his strong hands grabbed my arms, tugging me into the seat next to him. We remained as if in suspended animation for a few seconds and for some crazy reason, all I could think about was being on a starting line waiting for the race to begin.
And when it did, our primal personalities couldn’t be contained. We tore at each other’s clothes, although I tried to be careful tokeep from ripping anything and I could tell he was doing the same. Thank God, since our tardiness would create enough of a distraction.
All I knew was that clothes were tossed over the headrests into the front, including my shoes, which had been pitched into the seat before.
He was like some wild animal pawing at me. With the heat we both exuded, the air even with the windows rolled down was dense, the windows completely fogged.
As soon as he cupped both sides of my face, the pressure points where his fingers held on as if for dear life ignited something deep within.
Yet I was in a playful mood, raking my hands up and pitching his arms aside. Now I took control, placing one hand on his chest and crawling the fingers of the other down to where the tip of his cock was hitting the base of his stomach.
Without overthinking anything, I wrapped my hand around the base, twisting my fingers.
The growl he emitted turned into a full-blown howl, so much like what I thought I’d heard earlier that I was momentarily taken aback. Not that it seemed to bother him. He gripped both sides of my head, refusing to be denied.
When he pushed my head down, I let him because my mouth was watering, dripping from the corners with the raging desire to suck on his big, fat cock.
So I did.
I continued twisting my hand back and forth while sucking on the tip.
His muscles were tense, so much so that when he arched his back, he wasn’t paying attention and hit his head on the roof of the car. Not that he minded. His grip remained firm as he jutted his hips forward, forcing my mouth to fill with several inches.
While he’d felt huge when buried in my pussy, in my mouth he was gigantic, stretching my jaw muscles until they ached immediately. I was floored by the tangy taste, my thirst needing to be quenched. He wasn’t interested in losing control, his fingers even tangling in my hair. What did I care that there was only a tiny mirror on the visor and that my long curls could be even wilder than before.
As I sucked on his cockhead, I swirled my tongue around, fueled by every grunt. I could swear the man was trying to form words. He was completely stiff, his breathing so labored I glanced to ensure he was alright.
His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth pursed into a long line and maybe I was crazy, but the moon was suddenly giving a luminous appearance to his skin.
I could fall into being completely mesmerized had the sensitive slit in his dick not leaked, offering delicious beads of pre-cum. I savored every drop, greedy about licking him. Maybe I should be fearful my tongue was too rough, sanding off a layer of skin.
He wasn’t hurting, eager for me to continue. With his hand in my hair, he forced me up and down on his cock, slamming his hips forward until the tip hit the back of my throat.
You bet I gagged. His cock was so huge that I continued to be shocked it fit inside my tight channel. And dear God, I wanted another test to ensure I hadn’t been hallucinating.
I could swear the man was a mind reader. Just as soon as I made the wish, he pulled his cock free from the depths of my throat with one hand, pushing me down onto the seat with the other.
With his huge body and my long legs, even though he yanked one leg up and against the seat, the space was awkward. But he did his best settling against me.
When he shifted and was so penned in he couldn’t squeeze his arm between us, we both laughed while panting. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead, dropping ever so slowly to my face.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked, no longer recognizing my voice.
“Hell, no. Have you?”
“Not that I can remember.”
“Let me help.” While I managed to drive my smaller arm between our stomachs, with the full weight of him pressed against me, there was no way I had enough movement to press the tip of his cock to my pussy lips. After trying three times, we were both exhausted.
Now his weight crushed me.
