The Driver - Sex Stories

The Driver

... breathing fast as she nodded. "I just need a minute."

"Of course, sweetheart." Victor returned to kissing and sucking her breasts, doing his best to relax her. His efforts soon worked, for Phoebe released faint cries and instinctively moved her hips. He couldn't suppress a pleasured groan when she began fucking him. At first, her rhythm was tentative, even a bit haphazard, but it didn't take long for her to ride his cock in a way that excited them both.

Gazing at Phoebe, Victor worried what his eyes might reveal. Whatever she saw in his face made her smile. "I love you," she said.

He wove his fingers through her hair, guiding her mouth to his. Their kiss was deep this time, with their tongues fervently meeting between their lips. Phoebe's moans grew constant while her hips continued their slow but relentless rhythm. Again Victor rubbed her clit. Beneath his touch, she began panting and quivering. He sensed the need to come overtaking her.

Phoebe called out his name just before she let go, orgasming so fiercely that he had to hold her fast. Her muscles tightened and relaxed, then grew taut again with each spasm. He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth, trying to hold back while her cunt gripped his cock. Each delicious contraction seizing her body served to heighten his need for release, and even when her climax ebbed, she went on riding him. "I'm close!" he cried. "Use your hand to make me come, baby!"

Phoebe was reluctant to move from his lap, but ...

... he insisted, his voice growing more urgent until she finally obeyed. She was still trembling when his dick slipped out of her pussy. Victor's pulse was racing, his undershirt damp with sweat. Phoebe knelt beside him on the seat, but instead of stroking him, she leaned to take his cock, which was slick with her juice, in her mouth again.

The sight and feel of her enthusiastically sucking him off was too much. Victor came almost immediately, struggling to suppress a shout. The sound emerged from his throat as a strained groan, and he heard Phoebe make a little squeal of surprise when his semen flooded her mouth. She drew back a bit but managed to keep her lips wrapped around his shaft. The sound of her desperate gulps filled the car.

Victor brushed her hair back from her face. He was still shaking from the force of his climax. "Such a good girl," he breathed.

When Phoebe was certain he was spent, she sat up and wiped at her mouth. Her gaze grew a little uncertain as she said, "Was that okay? You made me feel so good, and I wanted you to enjoy it, too."

"You were perfect!" Victor drew her into his arms, and they shared another kiss. "Thank you for that," he whispered against her lips.

She smiled and nestled into his embrace. They were both hot and flushed, eager for the breeze drifting inside the car through the open door. He wished they could stay there, for he wanted to keep holding her, but their absence at the house would soon be noticed.

Several minutes ...