“I don’t want your charity and I don’t need anything from you.”
“Except a date to your sister’s wedding.” I pull over, I can’t argue with her while I’m driving. She makes me crazy.
“I don’t need you to go to my sister’s wedding with me.”
“But, you still don’t have a date, right?”
“So?”
“Let me take you.”
“Ok.” She blushes. “If I’m being honest I really want you to take me.”
Her confession has my heart hammering in my chest. Her honesty makes me brave. I lean in, smelling the strawberry and vanilla scent I now associate with her. A smell that will give me a massive erection anytime it wafts across my nose.
Her mouth drops open letting her breath move over my lips. I watch her pupils dilate and I would put our loan on the line that her nipples are pointing straight at me.
“I have a confession to make,” I whisper.
Her eyes drift down to my lips.
“I really want to take you to her wedding.”
Before she can say anything, I unbuckle her seatbelt, bringing her onto my lap. She pulls my hair giving her better access to my mouth. It seems my little angel has the devil in her and I like it.
My hands travel down to her ass and I grab hold. Clara’s legs open wider giving me better access.
“You’re a dirty little thing.”
She pulls my hair harder and I smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She laughs a little and it spurs me on.
“Why don’t you show me?” I lean back a bit, letting her eyes get their fill as I stare at her body too. She’s hot, still dressed in her pencil skirt and white blouse.
The skirt’s been pushed up, and I can barely make out her white-lace panties.
My cock throbs to life as I check really quick to make sure there’s no one around.
She kisses my neck, grinding her body against me. “What about you? Are you naughty?”
I stare at her with a lazy grin. She has no idea how naughty I can be. “When we’re not in this car I’ll really let you know how dirty I can be with my lips, my mouth, and the big cock you’re rubbing against.”
“Promise?”
I bring my hand under her skirt, letting my finger brush along the lace. “Oh, I promise, sweetheart.” I push her panties to the side, running my finger along her wetness.
She’s so wet and ready for me, and the knowledge of that fact turns me on even more.
“Please.” Her moan enters my mouth and I swallow it. Savoring it.
“Please what?” I need her to beg for what she wants.
My finger slips inside her, and she arches her back, leaning against the steering wheel and giving me more access to what I want. Another finger enters her and she pushes down harder, moving her hips where she wants me.
“Please make me come, Ben.”
That’s exactly the right answer. “You’re sexy as hell. Ride my fingers. Let me feel your wet pussy all over my hand.”
She scrambles with my zipper releasing my cock and rubbing her palm down the shaft.
Fuck.
“You’re so big.” She lifts up on her knees rocking back and forth on my fingers letting the bottom of my palm rub her clit. Her movements become frantic, her hand pumps my shaft not able to get fully around it. Her thumb swipes over the tip of my dick and I’m lost.
My skin blazes with heat, and there’s a wildfire rampant through my veins.
“You’re going to make me come, Clara.”
“Good.”
I pump my fingers in and out of her trying to pay attention to what I’m doing while she makes me insane with her talented hand.
“I need you to come,” I say, gritting my teeth. “I need you to come all over my fingers.”
She moans out how close she is. A few moments more, and her pussy clenches my fingers as her clit pulses against my palm. Her hand clamps around my cock as her strokes become jerky. Clara moves off my fingers, leaning over, and takes my dick in between her lips.
Oh fuck.
Her mouth moves up and down, over my hardness and I’m barely holding on.
My hand grabs the back of her neck, sweeping through her long black tresses, holding her there.
“I’m about to come,” I tell her, so she can decide if she wants to swallow or not.
She keeps going, sucking my cock like a, I hate to say it, but like a damn Hoover. My heartbeat kicks up, adrenaline racing through my system as I close my eyes, seeing stars behind my lids.
Damn, she’s fucking good at this.
My vision blurs when I open my eyes. My body’s close. Ah, fuck.
“Clara, I’m coming,” I tell her as I come deep down her throat. “You like that, huh?”
Her mouth pops off me and she wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “That was amazing.”