Now Or Never (Irresistible 5)

“Again.”

This fucking girl.

Arousal surged through me as I obliged her, spanking her perfect ass again—and again, and again, rubbing the sting from her skin after every couple of blows, and repeating the motion till all the blood was rushing from my head and making my dick swell so hard it fucking hurt.

“Get up,” I growled abruptly as I slid the condom from my pocket.

Holland obeyed hastily, straddling my lap without my even asking and getting her sweet pussy juice all over me as she reached between our bodies, making quick work of my belt, button and zipper. And as she freed my cock, I simply watched with enjoyment, because she was so hungry and eager—a quicker learner than I would’ve ever imagined. She wasn’t smooth ripping open the condom, but she didn’t think twice about it, entirely too focused on the one thing on her mind, which was filling her tight pussy with my cock.

Christ.

I had to shake my head as I took her in, because she was so fucking sexy in ways I didn’t even know existed before she came back along. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her as I watched her silky hair fall in her face, her cheeks rosy and her parted lips cherry red, swollen as all hell as she concentrated hard on rolling the rubber down my shaft.

“There you go,” I murmured once she had it all the way on.

I was ready to instruct her the rest of the way, but she surprised me by going right ahead on her own, gripping the root of my dick and lifting her ass enough to guide my tip into her opening. Our eyes locked once I was nudged inside her, and as I gripped her hips, I assumed we’d go inch by inch like last time. But instead she sank her pussy all the way down on me, drawing a deep grunt from my throat and a sharp gasp from her lips.

My breath was already hot, harsh by the time I cupped her face in my hand.

“Does that hurt?”

She nodded and yet she kept moving on my cock till she could bounce on me—gently at first, then faster, harder, digging her nails into my shoulders and stretching her wet pussy around me till the cute little frown pinched between her brows disappeared, replaced with a look of sheer, open-mouthed pleasure as she started to ride me, hips circling and tits bouncing under her dress like a fucking porn star.

Jesus fuck.

Sweet girl.

I was in a trance as I watched her, torn over which part of her perfection I should be staring at first.

Her eyebrows sloped as pleasure twisted on her pretty face. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, causing the top of her dress to peel down her body. Her tits were bound to bounce out on their own any second, so I busied my hands with her skirt, lifting it so I could watch my dick disappear in and out of her pussy.

Even with the AC on, the car was getting hot, and in the confined space of the backseat, the scent of sex was like a drug on top of my unreal view.

I groaned as I watched her top slide down to her waist, and I felt her pussy gripping me like a vise. I was in sensory overload, hypnotized by the rhythmic bounce of her full tits till I heard her breathy request.

“Put your mouth on them.”

Without hesitation, I buried my face in her tits, slipping my hands under her skirt and squeezing rough handfuls of her ass. I soaked the sounds of her gasps, her pleasured moans as I spread her pussy for my cock while closing my mouth over her nipple, sucking it fully hard and giving a nibble before switching to her other breast—swirling, sucking and squeezing till her breath caught in her throat and her muscles spasmed around me.

“Go on,” I growled. “Let me see you come all over my cock.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, crying out as she came for me. I didn’t stop sucking on her tits as she gasped through her orgasm, and though her body went limp right after, I could see her fighting through the fog of her post-orgasmic bliss, still forcing herself to writhe on me. To ride me. I could practically feel the awe glimmering in my eyes as I watched her work herself up to a second wind, gathering her skirt in a bunch and pulling it up to her hips so I could have an unobstructed view of her pussy riding me faster again, letting me feast my eyes on that incredible sight before she whipped her dress clean off her body, leaving her completely naked as she fucked me fully clothed.

I was helpless to do anything but stare.

If I was in awe of her before, I didn’t know what the hell I was now, because she was smiling now, letting loose, throwing her head back to moan as loud as she wanted. She gripped handfuls of my shirt, squeezed fistfuls around my tie, letting go of her every inhibition as she milked my dick for every drop of cum I had inside me.

I hissed under my breath, wanting nothing more than to watch this forever, despite the fact that I knew I was seconds from exploding inside her.

“I just felt you get so much harder,” Holland breathed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “Does that mean you’re close?”

I could barely get my response out as she pressed her hands flat on my chest, pushing me down my seat so she could ride me harder. “Yes,” I finally growled, mesmerized by her tits bouncing in my face as she bounced on my dick.

“Will you come on them?”

It took a second for me to process that she wanted me to come on her tits, and once I did, I cursed under my breath, the question alone sending me overboard.

“Get up,” I rasped, my balls churning as she got up and kneeled before me, cupping herself and watching as I squeezed off the condom. Angling myself in front of her, I jerked myself once, twice, then a third time before giving a throaty groan and pumping two thick jets of cum on her. “Fuck. Oh… fuck,” I growled as I stared at them, draped across her pushed-up tits like creamy ribbons of white.