Work Me Up

The second they fall, Selena’s eyes go straight to my cock, widening with what looks like a mixture of surprise and desire. “Fuck. You’re so… big…”

I’ve gotten that reaction before. I smirk a little, knowing what she’s seeing. My hard cock standing at attention, swollen with desire for her, the veins along the edges standing out from the rest. But I have eyes only for that sweet pussy of hers. I use my hands to nudge her legs wider, then push one finger inside her, savoring the way it glides right in, slickly, since she’s already so wet for me.

“Oh god,” she manages.

I just grin and add a second finger.

She moans this time, arching her hips up and off the car, toward me. But I don’t let her get comfortable, not yet. I’ll give her what she wants when I want her to have it.

Drawing my fingers out of her, I ignore the little faint gasp of protest that escapes her lips. Instead, I bend down for my jeans, root through the pockets until I come up with the condom I keep stashed in the one pocket, for emergencies. This definitely qualifies. I tear the corner of the packet with my teeth and slide out the condom, unrolling it over my hard shaft with one expert hand, my eyes fixed on Selena’s the whole time.

She doesn’t look at me, though. She’s too busy watching what I’m doing, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. Girl wants it bad.

There’s something sexy as fuck about knowing how desperate a girl is to get you inside her. “You want me to fuck you now, Selena?” I ask, my voice low and thrumming with suppressed desire.

“Yes,” she breathes, without even waiting to take a breath, and she reaches for my cock. I let her take it, let her feel the hard length of my shaft, try to wrap her hands around me. It takes both of her hands to circle me entirely, at the base, and I notice her lower lip quiver when she touches me, gauging my size.

“You sure about that?” I arch one eyebrow, smirking, even though I’m just as desperate to get my hands on her, truth be told. But I want to hear her say it. I want her to beg me for it.

“God, yes, Antonio, fuck. Please fuck me.”

With a grin somewhere between animal and feral, I step forward again, pinning her against the car once more. And then I wrap both hands around her waist and lift her against it, so her ass splays against the unbroken rear window. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I balance her there with one arm while I reach down with my free hand to grip the base of my shaft, and guide the tip to her entrance.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the first minute I laid eyes on you,” I murmur, our lips bare inches apart.

Hers tremble. But after a moment, she raises her eyes, locks them onto mine. “I want to feel your cock inside me,” she says.

Fuck. The mouth on this woman.

“If that’s what you want,” I say, soft and low. And then the tip of my shaft is pressed up against her pussy lips, parting them. I find her entrance, and she lets out a sigh that transitions into a low, lasting moan, as I slowly, slowly press my cock inside her.

Fuck she’s tight. Her pussy grips me hard as a fist, and I have to go slow, easing into her an inch at a time. All the while her legs tighten around my waist, and her hands dig into my shoulders as she clings to me. I can feel her chest pressed against mine, her nipples hard as rocks in the cool air of the garage. We’re both messy as hell, streaks of grease on our hands and forearms from the work we were doing.

If you ask me, it only makes Selena hotter.

After what feels like eternity, a long slow slide that I never want to end, I’m finally pushed all the way inside her. She breathes in and out, and her pussy clenches once, releases, as she adjusts to my length, my girth.

“God, I feel so fucking full,” she gasps.

I smirk at that and tilt my head back just far enough to gaze down at her. Savor the expression on her face as I start to pull out of her again, just a little, before I push back inside. “Your pussy feels so fucking glorious,” I whisper against her lips, before I kiss her again, hard. “I could fuck you all day.”

“Please do,” she breathes.

So I give the lady what she asked for.

I pull back farther now, drive into her a little bit faster, rougher. Before long, I’ve built up a momentum, pulling out of her tight, wet pussy almost entirely before I thrust back inside her, hard enough to make the car behind her rock. Her legs clench hard around me, and I brace myself with one hand against the roof of the car, the other tight around her waist, holding her up and to me as hard as I can.