A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six

... his cock begging for something more.

“Take your pants off.”

He unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button of his jeans, lifting his hips up and pulling them down to his ankles with his boxers. His cock sprung free. He took it in his hand and stroked it nice and slow, keeping it hard for her as she wiggled her way out of her pants and panties, kicking them off with her shoes.

“This would’ve been so much easier if I was wearing a skirt.”

“Do you even own a skirt?”

“That’s beside the point, babe. Now, come on. Put your seat down. I wanna be on top of you so bad right now.”

He lowered the back of his seat as far as it would go. She wasted no time straddling his lap, the top of her head brushing against the roof of the car as she got herself into position. Her pussy pinned his erection to his belly, slick, hot, and hungry. They moaned together as she started moving her hips, the air inside the car growing heavy with lust.

He reached behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing it, urging her to grind faster, slathering his cock with the juices dripping from her cunt. She reached behind her and lifted the back of her shirt up to unclasp her bra, slipping out of it through her sleeves and removing it from under the hem of her shirt to toss it aside. Then she grabbed his wrists and brought his hands to her breasts, giving his fingers permission to fondle and grope her soft, warm flesh through the cotton fabric, gasping in pleasure as he pinched her nipples ...

... between his knuckles, her hips grinding faster and faster.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Do you want to ride me, baby?”

“God, yes.” Her voice turned desperate, high-pitched, almost feral. “I wanna ride you until I cum all over your cock.”

“Lift your hips up.” He reached between them for the base of his cock, the tip grazing her entrance as he lined it up.

She lowered her hips back down onto him, her pussy stretching open to accommodate his girth. They gasped and panted together, the car rocking from side to side with their weight as she bounced on him, her thighs smacking against his each and every time. His hands found their way back to her ass and squeezed it, setting the pace faster and faster, her tits swaying in his face just under her shirt. She placed her hands on the roof and pushed herself against it, slamming her hips down on his lap even harder.

“Are you gonna cum deep inside me?”

“Yeah.” His nod was frantic, his limbs writhing, his cock swelling inside her. “Yeah, keep going, baby.”

She knew that was her cue, and she knew exactly what to do next. She leaned forward, far enough to brush her tits against his chest, and reached over his head for something to grab onto. In this case, it was the edge of the backseat. It wasn’t as reliable as the headboard of his bed, but she made due, rocking and rolling her hips back and forth, the depth of penetration focused almost exclusively on the tip. She adjusted herself just right to rub it against her clit with each ...