Page 4 of Fighting Jacob

My heart beeps in my neck when her tongue traces the seam of my lips before delving it between them. When she purrs a cock-twitching moan, I get in on the action. I bite down on her lip before dragging my tongue along the roof of her mouth.

Hot. Fucking. Damn. She tastes as scrumptious as she looks.

We kiss for several minutes, the heat fueling our exchange undeniable. The windows fog, my pants pitch a tent, and Lola's panties dampen so much, I'm confident my crotch will wear her wet spot for hours to come.

By the time she pulls back, I’m praying she doesn’t have any rules about not fucking on the first date. Although this isn’t technically a date, I’m more than happy to pretend it is. I’ll promise to take her to the most expensive steakhouse in town once we’re done if it keeps this going.

Lola’s minty breath fans my lips when she purrs, “I guess it’s true.”

“What’s true?” I give her ass a frisky squeeze while pretending cum isn’t sitting at the crest of my cock, begging to be released. I may have never sampled a mouth as delicious as hers, but that doesn’t mean I’m free to make an idiot out of myself. I told her I had tricks. Premature ejaculation is not a trick I want to showcase.

“Guys with big hands...” Her micro skirt rides up high on her thighs when she grinds down on my cock. “Have big dicks.”

I don’t know whether to groan or laugh, so I do both. “I’m glad you approve.”

It’s true, I do have the world’s biggest hands, but I'd look pretty stupid being a giant with the hands of a boy. I guess the same rules apply to my cock?

My cock hardens even more when the flare of her skirt rides up high enough I catch the quickest glimpse of her panties. They're skimpy and made of lace, a combination designed to bring men to their knees. We just met, so I know she didn't wear these for me, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate them.

Wanting to test the waters, I push her skirt up a little higher, wondering if she'll stop me. She doesn't. As she inches back to peer at me with wide, lust-filled eyes, she wiggles her hips, turning her micro-skirt into a belt. Like things could get any more scandalous, she snakes her hand between the minute gap between us to stroke my cock through my pants. "Car sex isn't about slow sensual lovemaking, Jacob. It's for quick, hard fucking—"

“And a prelude of escapades to come?”

Her lips furl at my assumption there's going to be a second time, but when I tug my pants down my thighs, her words get stuck in the back of her throat. Jack and Rose might have had romantics believing car sex is a romantic rendezvous with lots of slow kissing and teasing touches, but everyday Americans know real life isn't a movie production. Car sex is uncomfortable as it comes, but oh so fucking worth it.

Does that mean Lola risks leaving our meeting unsatisfied? Not a fucking chance in hell. It just means I can’t take my time with her—yet. There’ll be no laying her out and sampling her body for hours on end. We’ll fuck hard and fast, then, at a better time and place, I’ll take my time with her.

As I drag my cock through her wet folds, Lola cracks open her purse, pulls out a three-strip of condoms, rips one open with her teeth, then raises herself onto her knees.

“Jesus…” I swear her whole body shudders when she drinks in my cock for the first time, making him bigger and meaner than he’s ever been. “You’ve got to have something better than this, right?” She waves the standard regular-size condom you pick up at every drugstore before lowering her eyes back to my cock. “This isn’t going to fit, and I can’t touch that…” Her eyes widen as she takes in my dick. “…without this…” She wiggles the rubber ring in her hand "…so I hope you started your date as well-prepared as me."

I nudge my head to the glove compartment. “I’ve got my bases covered.”

Faster than I can snap my fingers, Lola snags a Magnum Trojan condom from the box of ten in my glove compartment, returns to her kneeling position, rips open the foil with her teeth, then glides the snuggly fitting condom down my shaft. If she ended things right now, I’d still die a happy man. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight in my life than a sexy little hellion prepping me to get down and dirty.

Her eagerness to get things started is unearthed when the headlights of a vehicle at the top of the lot shine into my car. It’s not a late-night visitor who's finished and heading home. It's the high beams of a patrol vehicle.

“If you want this, Jacob, you better hurry the hell up.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. With my hand weaved through her hair, her panties slipped to the side, and my eyes locked on the two officers approaching the first line of unsuspecting motorists, I slam home.

“Fuck!” Lola’s teeth munch on her bottom lip as her head flops back. When her pussy throbs around me, protesting my sudden penetration, I freeze, hating that I’ve hurt her.

Lola takes advantage of my frozen state to ride my cock. She slides up and down my shaft, the lubricant included in the condom packaging aiding in her endeavor. She’s wet, but you need more than natural lubrication to take all of me. Yeah, yeah, I know it makes me sound cocky, but it’s also the truth.

As the police officers approach vehicles three and four down a long line of many, I use my grip on Lola's hip and hair as leverage to guide her up and down my cock. We rock as one, our natural rhythm found extremely quick for two strangers.

I nearly come just as fast when Lola brings her lips to my ear. “Just the thought of gagging on your cock makes me want to suck it so bad.”

I’m an inferno right now—hot all over. We fuck like wild animals, the thrusts of my hips enough to mess Lola’s hair with the lining on my car’s roof. I drive home on repeat, ramping up her moans with every pump. Her screams encourage me to go harder, more violently.

I shove down my pants even further, then spread my knees are far as they can go in the tight confines. Once I’ve got her glorious ass between my thighs, I raise mine off the seat and jackknife my hips up on repeat. My balls slap her ass with every frantic grind as her screams turn ear-piercing.

“Jesus... Fucking... Christ.”

When the tingles racing through her body are felt all the way to my balls, I bury myself into her as far as I can, then rock my hips up in slow, dedicated thrusts. When my pelvis grinds against her clit, she screams so loudly, I know she's on the cusp of orgasm.

“Come on, Lola. Bring it home.” I’d rather have my ass hauled off to jail for public indecency than have her leave unsatisfied. “Scream my name for the world to hear.”

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