I began to unbuckle his belt.
“You want me right here?” I whispered.
“I want you to wrap your legs around my hips and slide down along my thick cock.”
He quickly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He slipped a condom from the wallet and then tossed the wallet into the backseat.
I helped him slide out of his pants, his cock pressing hard against his black boxer briefs. He tossed the pants into the backseat as I slipped his briefs down, revealing his hard dick.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “I want to see you suck that cock again.”
I slowly stroked him up and down. “And why would I do that?”
“Because those lips were made for sucking cock.”
I leaned forward and slipped his tip into my mouth, sucking it hard. I loved making him groan, making him moan, and I loved his taste. He could barely fit in my mouth, but I sucked him anyway. He pressed his hands to the back of my head, talking dirty the whole time.
“I love those pretty lips around my cock,” he whispered. “You’re such a dirty girl, sucking me off like this. I know you want to feel me inside you, filling your tight pussy up.”
I worked him, sucking him hard, my whole body buzzing and vibrating. I needed it, needed to be fucked, needed his cock and his body.
After a minute, he pulled me back. He slid his seat back as far as it would go and handed me the condom.
I tore it open without another word and rolled it down along his cock. I leaned back then and slipped off my panties, useless and soaked.
He grabbed my hair, pulling me close to him. “Tell me this is what you want.”
“I want it.”
“Say you want me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, please, Easton.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me across the center console, placing me down with my legs straddling his hips.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
He slowly lowered me down along his cock.
His thickness slid inside me, so slowly, and shivers ran down my spine. I pressed my hands against his hard chest as he slowly let me slip down his length. I couldn’t believe he could fit inside me, but I was finally down, feeling the sweet ache of him deep between me.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “Your pussy is a fucking vise. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Easton,” I groaned as I began to slide back up. “Fuck, you feel good.”
He grabbed my ass. “Your pussy is like fucking fire.”
I began to ride him slowly, up and down, my tits in his face. He kissed me, kissed my neck, tasted my nipples. His hands were firm on my hips, guiding me, sliding me, moving me up and down his thick cock.
I could feel wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me. I was frenzied, needing him, wanting him. My hands roamed his muscular chest and shoulders as I began to ride faster, sliding up and down.
“I love that,” he grunted. “I love that thick ass riding my cock. Work those fucking hips,” he said.
I began to rock my hips in circles, riding him up and down. “Oh my god, Easton,” I said in his ear.
He slapped my ass. “Ride that cock.”
“Fuck. Slap me again.”
He slapped me again, harder, and then used his hands and his hips to slam his cock deep inside me. I threw my head back, moaning with abandon as he began to thrust inside me, my tits bouncing with every hard thrust.
He wasn’t holding back. I could feel the power in every new thrust, his cock slamming deep into me.
And I lost myself. I lost myself in him, in his smell and his taste and his cock, every new thrust driving me closer and closer to ecstasy. His mouth was on my nipples, teasing me as he slapped my ass again, fucking me deep and rough.
I wanted him so badly, wanted his thick cock, needed it to fill my every inch. I rolled my hips, rocking back and forth. The idea of getting caught never even occurred to me as he fucked me right there in the car, the windows slowly beginning to steam up.
I pressed my hand against the glass as his fingers found my clit. I leaned back, knocking the horn once, as he began to fuck me rough and rub my clit. His other hand supported my ass, his muscles building, and I knew I was close.
“Keep doing that,” I gasped, moaning loudly. “Fuck me just like that.”
His fingers moved in incredible circles, sending amazing pleasure through my whole body. His strong arms supported me as he fucked me rough, hard and deep, each thrust a skin-slapping pleasure.
And then it began to roll through me. The orgasm built in my pussy and exploded up through my mind. My whole back arched, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him and fucking me rough and hard.
“Oh shit, oh shit, Easton, fuck,” I groaned.
“Come for me, girl,” he said. “Come for me while I fill that pussy up.”
My orgasm was heavy and thick all through me. I could feel him tense as well, his grunts getting louder, his thrusts more urgent.
“I’m going to fill this pussy up,” he grunted. “I’m going to come deep in your little pussy.”
“Oh shit. Fill me, Easton. Fuck my pussy,” I moaned.
As my orgasm slowly faded, his thrusts got harder, deeper, and his whole body stiffened in response.
His orgasm rocked through him. He buried his face between my breasts as his hands held my hips tight, his cock fucking my pussy deep.
And then slowly, it was over. I sat there panting, feeling the sweet, incredible ache of his cock still deep between my legs.
“Shit,” I said. “Did anyone see us?”
Easton laughed, kissing my neck. “Who fucking cares?”
I laughed too, a giddy and mindless laugh. I felt light and free and right for the first time since I’d come home. “Yeah, fuck it.”
Our laughter slowly subsided. Another minute later, I slid myself off him and back into my own seat.
The car windows were pretty fogged up. He reached into the backseat and grabbed our clothes. He pulled the condom off, knotted it, and tossed it out the window.
I shook my head at him. “Don’t litter.”
He just grinned at me as he got dressed. I followed his lead, pulling on my useless panties, putting my clothes back on.
My head was spinning, buzzing with energy and pleasure. I was floating, barely in the car. Easton was incredible, powerful and hungry, and he made me feel better than I could have imagined.
He put the air on blast and slowly the fogged windows began to clear.
“Holy shit,” he said. “Quick, the camera.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Did someone see us?”
“No. It’s him. The camera!”
I quickly grabbed it from the glove compartment. I handed it to him, and instantly he started snapping pictures.
I followed his gaze, and sure enough, just across the lot, a man and a blond, barely-dressed woman were walking toward a car.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I couldn’t tell what he looked like.
“Positive. And if that’s not a hooker, then I didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life.”
I blushed. “Just get the pictures.”
We watched as they got into the car. He got a picture of the license plate. “What dumb luck,” he said.
“Ten minutes earlier and we would have never noticed.”