Fucked In The Car - Sex Stories

Fucked In The Car

... when he wants it, and how.

He’ll soon demand me to come because that’s how it is with him. I get to come and then he gets to enjoy my ripe pussy—but at the pace he sets.

In readiness, I begin unbuttoning my shirt and release my breasts, not only because he’ll want to worship them before the end, but I also want to be naked as I orgasm in order to find the deepest possible response to his fucking.

I nearly come three times before he begins that punishing, athletic pounding into my body. An assault that not even the most ardent sex toy might replicate. Not when James can adjust at will and read my cues, hit me at just the right spot… lighting the fuse that sets my whole world on fire!

Light explodes behind my shut eyelids before the world goes black, my entire body tensing. My pussy is a torrent, a whirlwind and a desperate, hungry beast rampaging for flesh… before he slows and eases me down to those gentle, lapping waves that pour over the shoreline gently, rather than the crashing spray of before. The tremors shake my thighs and I turn to mush.

“Oh god, baby,” I moan, my chest heaving.

“I got so close then, you felt so good, so tight, so hot and so good, baby.”

“I know,” I nearly cry though I still want more.

“I need to taste your cum, your cunt smells delicious.”

James takes to his knees while I bend my body back to rest against the car—my jeans still halfway down my legs restricting us.

The caress of his tongue feels divine given how sensitive ...

... I’ve become. He savours the taste of me, audibly swallowing and lapping me into his mouth. I see he’s still rock hard and feel somewhat relaxed knowing he’s not going to deflate anytime soon.Lying back, I let myself enjoy these few short moments of complete tranquillity, focusing on the tender, delicious sensation of the man I love devouring the wetness he created. He says nothing, not one word as he enjoys me, telling me all I need to know. His tongue, lips and teeth are too busy and he’s loving how out of it I am. Anyone could walk through the door and I wouldn’t care one bit. When I’m with James I’m not naked and I’m not getting fucked. This is different. It’s about escaping into our love. That’s what it is and it’s sacred.

He takes to his feet again and worships my breasts like a fiend, sucking on their plump flesh and generous nipples.

He’s always so eager during the act and I love that about him. He never takes for granted how lucky he is to be with a woman like me, never forgets how a woman should be fucked and made to feel like a prize. It’s never not new with James, ever. No matter how many times we’ve done it. It’s a spectacular, special thing to share.

My jeans are still around my ankles so I can’t spread my legs wide apart. Indeed, James presses just the tip of himself into me at this angle as he feasts on my tits and it’s just what I need in this moment. More edging, more teasing, just the tip. I’ve already been fucked deeply and now I need more clitoral ...