Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... downward pull of her hips with his firm grip, he went deeper than she anticipated, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Jeessssuuuusssss Peeeeet!” Daisy shuddered through each orgasmic strike. Her heart beating, sputtering in frantic jerks. But she gave him more. She increased her bounce. One of her knees remained painfully pinned between his hipbone and the seat. The other leg hung off the back seat, her toes bent awkwardly against the floor mat. The feel of him made her shift and groan as his upward thrusting set her teeth on edge. Again, Pete went animalistic with his loving, and she’d have to adapt quick to keep pleasure from morphing to pain.

Instead of complaining, she endured. She groaned with him, hoping to find her groove before it became too late. Pete’s hand shot up, and he gripped her breast tight, giving it a squeeze.

“Damn it, Pete,” Daisy winced.

Daisy knew they’d crossed the point of no return. His heavy grunts and jerks always preceded the eruption. She tried to soothe him, running her hand over the hard lines of his heaving chest. She dropped the other hand to the backrest for control, then lifted awkwardly on her pinched, numb knee, still trapped in its cramped confinement. Daisy positioned to pump his cock dry. It worked. His seed flowed like molten lava, exploding in ash and fire through hot squirts that torched her womb.

“Yeeeaaaah!!!” Pete grunted as if he’d scored a touchdown, pounding his fist at the back seat. “Hell yeah!” he ...

... wheezed.

It was over.

She felt the protruding veins in his dick dissolve to jelly. Completely spent, he grinned up at her. Daisy rolled her eyes. Lifting her hips, his cock pulled free and fell over to his thigh. It jerked through aftershocks and spasms, leaking, semi-erect.

“Where them paper towels at?” Daisy sat on his knees in a huff. Pete winced, cursing under his breath. Daisy dug in the dark for their bags stowed in the well of the seat.

“Lay here, on me, Daze. Damn. We just finished. Let me at least hold you.”

“Nah, we won’t make it to Vegas until sometime tomorrow, and I don’t want to be all icky.” She grabbed the soft roll and peeled off a sheet. Gripping the headrest of the passenger seat, she rose and wiped, then peeled more to clean him. Pete sat back, smiling. A wide, Cheshire-cat grin split his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“You. We could’ve got a motel ya know.”

“Un-uh, we agreed to save every dime for Vegas. How much we got now?” Daisy asked, moving aside so he could lower his legs from the seat and give her room. She found her panties. She pulled them up. Then she dropped the wads of used towels into the little plastic bag she kept for trash.

“Four hundred and eighty bucks, oh and um, twenty-seven cents.”

“So what you think? We play the slots first. I saw on the travel channel that the machines fill up at night. They like work on a timer. In the big casinos they spill in the morning. So we just check for the slots that look to have been ...