My dick doubles in size just seeing Sophie walk from the glass doors to the car. It's a new Audi convertible. I just bought it today.
It takes her a second to spot me. I know she is looking for my usual Jaguar.
Her smile grows as I jump out and open the passenger door for her.
"Nice dress," I whisper close to her neck. Just before closing the door, I add, "That better be all you're wearing."
She doesn't answer, but by the way her cheeks fill with pink, I know my good girl has followed my instructions.
Once I'm back in the driver's seat, I lean over and give her a kiss. Damn, she tastes so good. My tongue probes her lips, sliding past the flavored gloss and into her sweet mouth.
"Nice car," she says after our kiss ends.
"Do you like it?"
"I do."
I put the convertible in gear, and we make our way toward the campus's main drag. "Good, I debated on the color."
She scans the silver hood. "It's classy. I like it."
I reach into the cup holder and pull out a key fob. Handing it to her, I say, "That's good because it's yours."
The color drains from her face. "What? No. I can't."
"You're the woman I love and will soon be Mrs. Matthew Hamilton. My wife can't be taking the bus and Ubers."
"But it's too much. I can't pay you back."
I let my hand reach for her thigh. "You don't have to. All you have to do is be you. That makes me happy." My fingers grip tighter.
"Matt?” Her head turns from side to side. “This is, umm, open. People can see."
She's right, it is open. The top is down and so are the windows. I watch as her long hair blows around her face. She's a vision.
"I believe that I promised you something,” I say as my hand moves higher. “As it is, I'm already beyond my time schedule."
"Matt..."
"Lift that skirt, Sophie, let me see that pretty blonde pussy."
Her shiny lip disappears behind her teeth as she slowly lifts the skirt of her sundress. Inch by inch she exposes her tanned, fit thighs.
"Spread those legs. I want to see your come, the way it shines in the sunlight."
Through the top of her dress, her nipples harden, tenting the material. "Beautiful, tell me there's no bra under there."
"I'm not wearing a bra," she whispers.
"Fuck, keep lifting that dress."
Her breathing quickens as we enter the freeway. "Matt?"
The bucket seats are low. That doesn't mean that some trucker or maybe even a horny mom in a minivan can't see down, but they can't unless they're looking. I don't plan to let her be exposed that long, but fuck, I need to see her.
"Sophie." My tone isn't asking.
I suck in a breath as she bunches her dress near her waist. On the soft leather is her bare ass. Her neatly trimmed blonde bush is barely visible. It's the glistening come on her thighs that has my attention.
"I need to taste you."
She turns toward me, waiting. When she said her fantasy was a man to teach her and show her, it's become my life's mission. I adore the way she listens and obeys. "Finger yourself and let me taste you."
"Oh, Matt."
"Now."
Her fingers spread her folds as one disappears inside her.
"How does it feel?"
"Good, but not as good as when you do it."
"That's it. Now add another. Your pussy is used to my cock. One of your little fingers isn't going to do it." Her tits heave as she adds another finger. "Get them nice and wet." My cock grows even harder as I remember to watch the traffic. "Now let me suck them."
Fucking nectar.
I taunt her finger with my tongue, sucking and licking. By the time I'm done, her head is against the seat, and even with her sunglasses on, I can tell her eyes are closed.
"Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking that if you don't fuck me soon, I may combust."
I laugh. "I thought we were going to dinner."
She shakes her head. "Pizza delivery at your house."
"Is that an order?"
"Yes, Sir, it is."
I reach over and pull down her dress. "We're getting off the freeway.” I look into her blue eyes. “That pretty pink pussy is only for me. We're not showing it to the neighbors."
As soon as I pull into the garage, I release my seatbelt. The garage door is closing as I walk around and open her door. I reach for Sophie's hand, helping her from the car. Help is a nice way to say that I pull her into my arms and slam the door.
Spinning her back toward the car, I whisper, my voice rumbling menacingly near her ear. "Do as you’re told. Hold on to that door because I'm taking you right here, right now."
"Fuck yes."
“Yes?”
Her breathing is labored. “Yes, Sir.” Her small hands grip the top of the door as I use my knee to spread her legs. In a quick ninja move, my belt is undone, fly unzipped, and boxers pushed low.
With my dick in my hand, I line it up with her perfect pussy. No buildup. No foreplay—unless the car counts. And I slam into her.
"Oh, Matt!"
Balls deep, I fill her completely, over and over. It isn't until I notice her blanching fingers that I even register the sound of us coming together. She's so fucking wet; it's like a tiny slip-and-slide tunnel squeezing my cock. Each thrust is bliss.
In the few weeks Sophie and I've been together, I love the way she's opened up. There's nothing shy about her, the way she loves making love. She's the most responsive woman I've ever known.
"God, Matt, don't stop."
I have no plans to stop, ever.
"Harder!"
Pulling her ass higher, I do as she says, harder and faster, my body pounding against her ass until we both explode. It is a fucking free fall from a thousand feet up as we float back to earth.
I lean down, still connected, and kiss her neck. "Hi, sweetness, I’ve missed you. How were your last few days of college?"
She cranes her neck toward me. Even in the dimly lit garage, I can see the sparkle in her blue eyes. "I thought they were good. But nothing compares to this." She stretches her neck to kiss me. “I’ve missed you too.”
“Me or my cock?”
“Both.”
I move in and out of her. It's like I'm perpetually hard in her presence. Even a cataclysmic orgasm doesn't take away my erection. "How about slow this time?"
Her head drops forward. "Only if you make me come like that again."
"Challenge accepted."
Sophie
Wearing only Matt's shirt, I cuddle next to him on the couch. Some football game is playing on his giant TV as I nibble a slice of pizza. It seems like I'm always hungry, but when I eat, my stomach gets all upset.
He looks at me with concern in his green eyes. "Sophie, you need to eat more." His grin returns. "I know I've already used up more than one slice of pizza's strength, and I'm not letting you leave until I fuck you at least two more times."