Page 20 of Trusting the Fall
“I want you to come, too.”
“You know I’ll always come for you, Bombshell. But I need yours first. Now come on my fingers.”
I speed up, shortening the thrusts, and press my palm harder against her clit. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her fluttering around me just as her screams fill the cab of the car.
“God, yes!” Her arousal drips down my fingers while I keep pumping into her, slowing once she starts to come down.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl, coming for me.”
I’m nowhere close to being finished with her tonight. Before I’m ready to pull myself from her, she’s scrambling to her knees and leaning over the console. Ducking her head low, she grips my cock with more purpose.
“Shit.” I quickly glance around outside.
The dark night and tinted windows of my car make it impossible to see inside.
A quick look at the GPS says there are only six minutes left till her house. Thank fuck. But I don’t need anywhere near that long when I feel her mouth close around my shaft and suck, bobbing up and down with devotion.
“Fuck, Bombshell. That’s it.” I lick my fingers clean of her arousal before letting them rest on the back of her head.
Letting her guide the pace and depth, I relish in the feel of her soft strands as I twist them around my fingers. Her answering moan vibrates around my cock as she continues to bob up and down.
“You gonna let me come down that pretty throat?” I feel her head nod and I force my eyes to stay focused on the road even though I’m desperate to close them so I can give into the endless bliss of painting my cum down her eager throat.
She twists her hand at the base of my cock, letting it slide up and down in tandem with her mouth, humming as she goes, and it does me in.
I roar as my cum unleashes into her ready mouth. She keeps pumping as every drop spills and then licks me clean. With my fingers embedded in her hair, I massage her scalp with adoration.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praise reverently as she pulls her head up to me, continuing to stroke my cock.
She lavishes my neck with nipping kisses, turning soft and affectionate as she tries to cosy into my body.
I pull onto her street, and I’m more than ready to spend as many hours as my body can withstand showing her every ounce of my appreciation.
“One down, five more to go.”
She’s damn near crawling into my lap by the time we pull into her driveway. Running her hands over my neck and shoulders, lightly pulling at my hair.
Her mouth doesn’t let up exploring my neck and jaw. I finally come to a stop and turn off the car, unfasten her seatbelt, and haul her into my lap.
Framing her face between my hands, I pull her mouth to mine, desperate to taste her lips. She hums and rolls her hips, ready for more.
My cock hasn’t even come down entirely from before, but I feel it hardening again. I’m fucking insatiable for this woman.
“You’re so beautiful.” I punctuate the statement with another hard press to her lips. “I would fuck you right here in my car. Let the scent of you imprint on the leather. But I need you naked and spread out for me so I can worship you the way you deserve.”
She nods and keeps gyrating over me, sighing as she rubs against my dick, only the soft, wet lace of her underwear separating us.
“Fuck.” I push my door open and step us out, tucking myself back in my briefs and leaving the fly of my jeans undone.
Her legs wrap around my middle as I kick my door shut and walk us up the brief steps to her front door.
Reaching behind her and up her skirt, I hook my fingers under the lace and slowly tease her entrance.
“I bet I could get you off again, right here. Just like this. Couldn’t I, Bombshell?”
She nods, and I lick along her lips, dipping my tongue in to tangle with hers, hoisting her higher against my body.
I pin her against the front door and let my finger dip farther. Her pussy is a mess of desire. I thrust my cock against her clit with quick pumps.
