“I can’t wait to make a mess of your mouth.”
She nipped my thumb playfully before focusing on freeing my cock. Just as eager, I lifted, helping her tug my pants down far enough to reach me.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
She eyed me like a kid in a candy shop, and I grew even harder. Blood pumped harder through my veins, pulsing along my cock until I feared I’d come just from a soft puff of air.
“Put it in your mouth.”
Her eyes flashed, a fiery blaze almost burning me alive. I didn’t know if it was her dominance fighting back or her desire from my command.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care because, in the next instant, her hand gripped the base of my cock, and her warm, wet mouth slid over my head, continuing down, down, down until I pushed against the back of her throat.
Fuck me. It took everything I had not to grip the sides of her head and force her to keep going—to push past the resistance and slide into her tight throat.
Not yet. Not now. Pushing her with my words was one thing. Pushing her physically would take time and more room than this luxury car had. I’d waited years for this. I could wait a bit more to ensure we had an experience we couldn’t ever say no to again.
I collected her hair from her face, so I could watch her red lips stretch around me. Up and down, up and down, her breasts brushing my knees, driving me wild in a way I hadn’t even considered. As if she could read my mind, she grabbed my hand, pulling it to her chest.
Thank god she was too focused on the task of dragging her tongue up the back of my length to notice the way my hand trembled with eagerness to feel her. Just as I slid my hand under the edge of her dress, her soft, warm, full tits filling my palm, she dipped her tongue into the slit along my head, ripping a moan from deep in my chest.
When she smirked like she’d won a battle, I retaliated, finding her nipple and pinching hard enough to hurt but also hard enough to play. She gasped into a moan, and it was my turn to smile.
“You have the most perfect tits. All night, I couldn’t take my eyes off you, imagining ripping that dress down and covering your pale skin with my cum.”
Another moan, but this time, with her mouth around me, sending shockwaves straight to my balls. I was seconds from coming, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted this to last forever or if I wanted to hurry and finish just so I could watch her take my cum.
But how? My mind reeled with possibilities.
Twisting her nipple softly with the occasional brush of my thumb, I teased her. “Would you let me come on your tits? Would you hold them up for me to spill all over?”
Dragging her tongue up again, holding my gaze the entire way, she nodded. Fuck me. Her submission shocked me, turning me on even more.
“Later,” I promised. “I’ll paint you with my cum later. Now, I want you to taste me. I want to watch my cum fill your mouth and spill from your pretty little lips while you struggle to swallow every last drop.”
As if I issued a challenge, she resumed bathing my cock with her mouth, sucking harder on each pull, pushing deeper on each descent.
Darkness crept in on the edges of my vision. My heart thundered like a racehorse toward the finish. My body vibrated, vibrated, vibrated until it finally exploded. I slammed my head back against the seat and came. Her soft palm rolled my balls, prolonging the pleasure until I thought I’d blackout.
When the world stopped humming around me, I lifted my head to her wiping a drop of my seed from her lips, sucking it off her finger. “Good girl,” I praised, rubbing my thumb over the same spot.
The car rolled to a stop, and as if she hadn’t just had a cock in her throat, she pushed back up to the seat and pulled out her mirror. I quickly adjusted my pants, barely fastening them because I knew I’d have them off as soon as we walked in. I passed the promised cash to the driver and turned back to her just in time to grab her wrist, stopping her from touching up her lipstick.
She looked to where I gently held her in place, then back to me with a what the fuck look.
“Don’t bother. I’m just gonna take it off all over again,” I promised.
Again, she hesitated. Again, I held my breath. Had I gone too far?
But this was Rae. Even if I was revealing the sexual side of myself, she’d always been open. She may be willing to cede some control, but if at any point, she didn’t? She would have no qualms about telling me so.