Page 42 of Bad Run

A smirk pulls at her lips, and hell if I don’t envision them wrapped around my cock as I fuck her mouth.

Concentrate, dumbass.

Flipping open my wallet, I pull out the lone condom from between the billfolds. For all I know, the thin rubber could be expired; it’s been in my wallet for I don’t know how fucking long. I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell lately. But that ends tonight. This little backseat rendezvous is just an appetizer.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask. As much as I want to be inside her, she holds all the cards.

Her aquamarine eyes darken with hunger as they bounce between my dick and face. “Yes. I want this.”

Without taking my eyes off her, I tear open the foil package and roll the latex to the base of my hard cock. “Come here.”

With one hand on her lower back and the other holding my dick upright, I guide up, her pussy hovering above my tip.

“Slide your wet pussy down my cock, and fuck yourself with it.”

A soft moan slips past her lips as she places her hands on my shoulders and lifts onto her knees, positioning herself above me, then pulls her panties to the side and notches my cockhead at her entrance.

Her pussy is so fucking hot she practically burns the sensitive flesh of my engorged tip as she slowly works the tip in and out of her tightness, teasing me and warming herself up.

“Fuck yes. More. Keep going, baby,” I encourage her, gripping her waist beneath her sweater and guiding her down. I’m not even halfway inside her when I feel her pussy clench my cock and hear her breath hitch.

Gwen stills with my dick barely seated inside her. “I can’t. So full.”

“Yes, you can.”

She shakes her head.

“Your body was made to take my cock.” I place a thumb on her clit and rub circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making her cry out as she takes another inch. “That’s it. Keep going, Gwen. Let me fill your pretty pussy with my fat cock.”

“Oh, god … Your mouth. It’s so dirty.” Her head falls back with a sultry moan, exposing her neck.

The floral scent of her skin fills my nose as I lavish her delicious skin with my tongue and continue the assault on the space between her legs. “You like my dirty mouth?”

“Yes,” she hisses. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she lowers herself another inch.

“Fuck, you smell so good.” I can’t tell what flower it is, but the sweet tendrils make me dizzy and drive me wild. I wish I could burn her scent onto my skin so I could smell her on me forever. “I bet your pussy tastes just as delicious.”

“Don’t stop,” she moans. At her request, my cock swells inside her, greedy for more. I’m in a losing battle against the need to pull her down onto my dick and fuck up into her like an animal.

Fucking hell, this woman is going to be the death of me.

I remove my hand from her ass and wrap it around her throat, giving it a light squeeze. “You wanted this dick, pretty girl, now fucking take it.” Her pussy gushes and drips down my shaft, making a mess. “Feel that?”

She nods.

“Your needy little cunt wants more. Give it to her. Ride my cock like you own it.”

In one last fell swoop, Gwen glides down my cock until I’m fully seated inside her. I pause, letting her adjust to my size while I get a grasp on my control. She’s too tight. Too wet.

Fucking perfect.

“Oh god,” she whimpers.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Take your time.” I’m barely able to grind out the words as I hold on to my waning control.

“No, I need to move.”

Gwen lets go of her panties and reaches for the passenger assist handle as she places her other hand on the cabin roof. Using both as leverage, she pulls herself up my length and then slams all the way down on my cock, surprising the hell out of me.