“Wait!” She snaps her head up, her face contorted in confusion, he hand pressed against my painfully hard cock. “Ask me again.”
“Ask you what?!”
“If I wanna be a good boy or a bad boy. Ask me again.”
Her lip curls up in a grin that makes the butterflies in my stomach do backflips. She slips her hands into my boxers as she pushing her tits against my chest. Her lips brushing mine with each word as she whispers. “Chase Cooper, do you want to be a good boy, or do you want to be a very bad boy?”
“Bad,” I answer, grabbing her top and pulling it open. “I’ll be the fucking devil for a taste of you.”
She grabs my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down hard. The pain leaves in an instant, becoming something more, something I’ve never felt before. I reach down between her legs and under her skirt, sliding my hand up until my fingers find the lace. She’s soaked. I could wring out her damn panties level soaked. My thumb finds her clit and before I can slip two fingers inside her, she’s got one hand squeezing my cock and the other squeezing my neck.
“The safe word is octopus. If you can’t remember that, say red, okay?”
I nod seconds before my eyes roll back. Her thumb drags over the head of my cock so fucking slow, pulling the moan right out of my soul. It’s damn near torture, but fuck, I want more. I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing, especially when she squeezes my throat harder.
“Oh please! Don’t fucking stop, Renate!”
“Tell me what you want, Chase.”
“I wanna fuck you.”
“Beg for my pussy, Chase.”
My mind goes blank for a moment as I’m given an instant lesson on why some women are so into dirty talk. And being choked out. “Fuck, that’s fucking hot.” I lick my lips and think, “Please. Please let me have you, Renate.”
“You can do better, unless you want me to leave you like this.” She squeezes my cock again and my ass comes off the seat.
“No! Please!” I yell out, not recognizing the voice coming out of me. “Please, Sunshine. I need you so bad. I can’t stop fucking thinking about you. I wanna take you home and let you fuck my face. I wanna drown in your pussy while you scream my name. Please, anything.”
“Much better,” she says between pants. She leans in next to my ear again, and whispers in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard, “You’re such a good boy.”
She’s riding my hand, her head flung back in ecstasy and my fingers curl up, hitting her G-spot and making her scream for me. She’s got one hand on my cock and the other cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. I grope around, struggling to get the armrest storage open so I can pull out a condom. When it finally pops, I quickly find the foil package, holding it up in triumph. She licks her lips and bites down on the foil’s edge while I pull it to the side. She’s so fucking perfect.
I move for her tits, but she catches my wrist, pulling it over my head and holding it down.
“Stop trying to take control, Chase. Not until you bury that big cock deep inside me. Do you understand?” I nod. “Good boy, now make me fucking come with your fingers before you fuck me. Earn this pussy you want so much.”
Her mouth slams into mine as our teeth clash together when I slip a third finger into her cunt and pump harder. Her nails carve their way down my arm. I’m not even inside her and I’m going to fucking lose it. The wail of pleasure that comes out of her is pornographic and her entire body convulses around me. As she tumbles over the edge, she throws her hands around my neck and holds on tight.
It’s like she trusts me to keep her safe in this vulnerable moment, and I sure as hell will.
When her body stops shaking, she lifts herself off my chest and looks at me with those big, brown, sex-drunk eyes and a beautiful smile. “You’re turn, big boy. You ready?”
”Fuck yeah.”
Her hand wraps around my cock again and I gasp. I damn near black out as she guides me into her. She’s so wet I slide right into her and it’s beyond incredible. Her head rocks back as she impales herself on me, her noises tell me she likes it as much as I do. The windows steamed up, and the car fills with grunts, moans, and slapping skin as she rides me like a rodeo bull. I fumble around until I find the controls and lay my seat back so I can watch her bouncing on top of me.
Renate isn’t tall and skinny like most of the women I end up with. In fact, she’s only the second woman I’ve ever been with who doesn’t fit that Hollywood cookie-cutter aesthetic. Watching her body move now reminds me why I love thick women so much more. It’s the way her tits bounce when she rocks her head back. How her thighs sound when they slap against my legs. The softness of every part of her my fingers graze. There’s so much more to grab, so much more to explore, so much more to want.
We both belt out primal noises as she reaches the peak again and her lips make the prettiest ‘O’ shape. I don’t think she even cares that she’s fucking me. I could be anyone. Hell, I don’t need to be here at all. Right now, she’s taking whatever she needs from my cock as she fucks herself stupid. Knowing that I’m nothing but a toy for her satisfaction is like a sexual awakening in me. This quicky in my car is the hottest, best sex I’ve had in my whole life.
She’s fearless. She knows what she wants and how to take it from me. She’s taking me right to the edge and holding me there without pushing me over. Just her, in complete and total control.
“Fuck you feel so damn good, Renate. I’m… I’m gonna come.”
She grabs my jaw and stares at me, the street light forming a halo around her wild, messy hair. “You don’t come until I want you to, understand,slut?”
I nod, but it’s not enough. She needs to know I want this, or she’ll back off. “Yes…ma’am.”
