“I’m good, I’m good,” Bianca gasped, pulling away and stroking her hand up and down my length, slick with her saliva. When she squeezed, tightening her grip, I moaned and allowed my eyes to flicker shut as I soaked up all the sensations. I could already feel the pressure of climax building on the fringes of my enjoyment and focused on how fantastic Bianca’s small, soft hands felt on my dick.
I’d been so lost in the moment I hadn’t noticed Bianca moving until her lips were ghosting over mine. I opened my mouth to her, grunting when she slipped her tongue in, teasing mine. Her hand disappeared from my cock but before I could complain, she straddled my lap.
“I know you said you weren’t going to fuck me in the back of the car,” she whispered. “But what ifIfuckyou?” Bianca sat her weight down, guiding my cock inside her in one, slick thrust.
“That’s a technicality, and you know it,” I groaned, grabbing her behind with my hands and spreading her open to me. “But right now I don’t fucking care.”
“I didn’t think you would,” she laughed, slowly rolling her hips back and forth in my lap. My thighs shook with every thrust. “I can’t move too much without rocking the car, so I hope this is going to be enough.”
“It’ll be enough,” I gasped, kissing her ferociously. I brought my lips to her ear. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
Bianca didn’t reply with words. Instead, she took my ear lobe between her teeth, biting down gently. I felt my body flinch beneath her, pleasure shooting down my spine and making my cock throb.
The car’s engine rumbled to life beneath us as the driver eased forward. I reached for the grab handle with one hand, gripping Bianca by the waist with the other.
“Huh, the traffic must be moving again,” she murmured, glancing back over her shoulder. When she turned back to face me, she was sporting a wicked grin. “I guess we’d better stop and—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I all but snarled before lifting my hips, treating her to a single, rough thrust.
Bianca’s eyes rolled and she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, do that again.”
It was a full body workout, fucking Bianca is such a confined space and soon sweat was beading on my brow, but I endeavoured to fight through the discomfort if it meant seeing that expression on her face again. I thrust up into her, slowly but forcefully, ignoring the cramping and protesting in my abs. I felt fingernails digging into my neck as I was treated to soft cries and harsh breaths with every push. It was more than enough, and my brow furrowed as I began to lose my grip on my self–control.
“Fuck, Kristian,” she gasped. “You’re making meobsessed, I swear. God, that cock is so damn good!”
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”
“Yes, yes! Stroke my pussy? Help me get there.”
As if I could refuse a request like that. Still steadying us with one hand on the door, I brought the other to her lips. “Open up.”
Bianca obeyed, sticking out her tongue before sucking my digits into her mouth, just as she’d done with my cock moments before. I felt my dick jerk in response, surprising even myself with how much I enjoyed having my fingers sucked. When I couldn’t take much more, and I was satisfied they were sufficiently lubricated, I pulled my hand away. Bianca leant back as much as she was able to, creating space between our bodies. I located her clit and began to stroke gentle circles over it.
“Kristian,” Bianca moaned, her hips rolling faster still.
“Does that feel good?” I asked her, fighting for breath. “Is that going to get you there?”
“K–keep fucking me!” she cried, legs trembling either side of mine.
“Fucking hell, you don’t want much do you,” I laughed, holding my breath as I attempted to thrust up into her and maintain the smooth, steady touch of my fingers on her apex. It was hard work, and I felt my smart watch buzz against my wrist, undoubtedly registering the intense cardio workout… Either that or I was having a heart attack. At this point, it was hard to tell, but I fought on and continued to pound into Bianca with slow, powerful thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Bianca moaned. “I’m going to come so fucking hard,god…”
It was music to my ears. “Yes, come on,” I groaned. “I want to feel that tight pussy coming for me.”
When Bianca tensed up, a moan more akin to a squeak escaping her, I knew it was over. As soon as her pussy tightened up, internal muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically, I knew it was over for me too.
“I’m coming,” I spluttered.
“Yes, come in my pussy,” Bianca sighed, her voice like honey in my ear. “Fill me up.”
With a low groan, I grabbed her by her hips and forced her to sit down, taking my length as deep as it would go before I exploded inside her. My cock jerked violently as climax ripped through me and pumped out cum with more force than I’d thought possible. My vision tunnelled and I tightened my grip.
“God. Fucking. Damn,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “That was intense.”
Bianca kissed me passionately and I returned it, relishing in the heady relaxation that seeped into every inch of my being.Bianca Rossi was something special, and though my logical side berated me for it, I wanted to hold onto this.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I murmured between kisses.
