Fucked In The Car - Sex Stories

Fucked In The Car

... stimulation, which he manages perfectly from this angle.

Before I know it, another orgasm is rushing to meet me, and this time, James does not edge me at all. He nurses me through it one tremor at a time, encouraging the pulses ransacking my body, his cock surging deeper until I’m a shaking leaf on the wind, grasping him with my steel walls… until I slacken at his insistence, his cock stroking tenderly… urging me down, down, down… until I almost meet the bottom.

He sees the truth in my eyes and the way he reads that nearly takes my breath away. It’s become silly now to say I love you when that doesn’t seem to suffice one bit. What could ever really cover it?

I wrap my arms around him and nod for him to keep going so he may find his own release. I want to watch him shatter the way I just did—though I know most of his enjoyment comes from observing mine.

James has this look in his eye like he doesn’t want to be responsible for me leaking cum all day nor does he want to do this even remotely conservatively. That was my marriage. Missionary on Saturday nights and nothing more. We—us two—never settle for less than maniac sex.

He withdraws from my body and I try to read him but he’s crazed, being so on the cusp.

“Ugh, suck me, baby, suck me.”

So I do, I suck ...

... him viciously until he begins to make those sexy noises to notify me he’s coming. I want to see just how violently he loves me. I want the evidence.

He tugs on his own cock and pulses several times, splattering cum all over my throat and breasts.

My god, he’s such a man, decorating me with his want and desire.

“Oh god, my love,” he whispers. “My love.”

I take to my feet and kiss him, my arms around him. He stares at the evidence of his desire like a man half his age must have done that to me, like he must be in a dream.

There’s suddenly a scrape of chairs up above and James looks at his watch. “Shit, I’m due in a meeting.”

We chuckle and hastily begin to get dressed. He offers me a tissue to clean myself, yet even as we head upstairs, I know I’ve still got quite the pearl necklace going on.

Before I leave the building and head out to the car park at the front, he stalls me in the hallway with his hands wrapped around my ass.

“I’ll see you Friday… at the hotel?” he asks, almost apologetically.

“I’ll be there. I can’t wait.” This is more than enough for now, I want to say.

He taps me on the ass to dismiss me but licks his lips suggestively as I turn to leave.

“I’ll be thinking of nothing else,” he says.

I smile all the way home.

The End