Page 44 of Please, Sir

“Please,” I beg again, almost surprised by how desperate I’m coming off. I’ve never begged for anyone or anything, and yet lying in his truck, I would do anything to have him. Even just for today.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says before he lifts my panties and slides his cock through them, his dick slippery against my pussy. He reaches for me, and I lie back again to give him my hand. He places it over his cock, and despite the thin panties that keep my hand from his bare flesh, I can still feel his warmth, the way his cock throbs, the steely hardness he holds for me.

“We can’t,” he says, starting to move his hips while he brings his hands to his shirt, working the buttons, giving me what I asked for. A moment later, the flannel hangs open, exposing his strong, muscled core to me. “Thisis the only way you can feel me.” His hips rove, and his cock slides againstme over and over, my fingers desperately searching out every veiny inch through my panties.

“I want you so bad,” I admit, lifting my head off the seat to peer down. The sight of his cock in my panties, the fabric translucent from how turned on we are, I know my orgasm is right around the corner, but I don’t want this to end.

He continues edging me, dragging his cock against my pussy under my panties until I can’t take it anymore. “Jake, please, I need more, please,” I beg, adding, “please, sir.”

The ripping of my panties makes my pulse skip.

Jake presses the head of his cock to my open, wet pussy, and teases me, plunging in up to the crown, taking it out just as fast. It’s torture, the in and out, the hollow and empty. I want nothing more than to gasp as he shoves every inch of that monster deep inside me.

My hips grow restless and I can’t help but push to my elbows, looking down at the erotic scene.

Shirt open, rain against his back, rivulets of water hanging from the ends of his hair and hat, his cock nearly purple with restraint– I can’t hold back a second longer.

And when his eyes come to mine, he knows what I need.

Panties torn off, he places his thumbs over his shaft, which is placed in the split of my pussy, his head nudging my clit. Holding himself against my cunt, he drives his hips forward, the sound of my arousal echoing through the cab.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, already curling my toes and closing my eyes. He’s kept me suspended on the edge for so long, I can’t hold on much more. If at all. “Jake, Jake, Jake,” I moan, the sound of his name making him groan.

“You gonna come for me, Riley Rivers?” he asks, making my eyes pop open. He’s watching me, studying my face as he thrusts his hard cock against me, over and over, giving my swollen little clit everything she wants.

I nod.

“Say it, Riley. Tell me who you’re coming for.Tell me who this pussy needs.”

Fireworks erupt in my brain, explosions of colors and noises, and I can hardly keep my eyes open as my pussy convulses in one of my most intense orgasms ever. My toes curl. My words slur. I claw in the general direction of his chest without contact, as my groin thrusts toward his cock, a horny slut for more of him.

“You, Jake, I needyou,sir,” I manage to whimper as my orgasm steals the last bit of thought I have. “My pussy needs you, sir,” I murmur, as the world slowly begins to settle down around me.

When I open my eyes, I’m panting, a thin glaze of sweat leaving my midriff and thighs shiny. Jake’s cock rests on my belly, pink and purple, the tip beaded with opaque liquid that makes my insides clench and my mouth water.

Outside, the rain intensifies. I scramble to my hands and knees on the seat of the truck, and open my mouth. He drags his cock along my lips, leaving his precum along them without ever giving me a real taste of himself. It’s torturous, and as much as I want to suck him down, I love the way he draws it all out, too.

“Get out of the truck,” he says, releasing me long enough to shirk out of his flannel. He tosses it to the ground, at his boots, then points. “Get on your knees.”

I don’t care about the rain. I don’t care about someone driving up and seeing us. I don’t care that he worked all day without a shower. I slide out of the cab, tear off my shirt and sports bra, and drop to my knees, sucking in a sharp breath as rain laps at my bare back.

He reaches up, taking his hat from his head, placing it on mine. Some of the rain is diverted away from my face, butwhen I look up into his dark eyes, there’s so much desire in them I forget all about his hat on my head. He needs to come, I see it in the taut set of his abs, the flex of his chest, the swell of his biceps and firm set of his jaw. He needs release and he needs me for it.

“Use me,” I breathe. “Please, all I want is for you to feel good.” I lick my lips and take a chance, bringing my tits together with my hands.

The edge of his mouth lifts a little, and my insides warm at the thought of pleasing Jake Turner. He bends slightly, hard cock in one hand, and spits. His saliva is warm against my chest, and the feel of it slipping down between my bare breasts is so fucking sexy I could come again, without a single touch.

Reaching back in the bed of the truck, he grabs a leather tool bag, and calls me to my feet. He places the bag on the ground, and his shirt over the bag before I reposition myself on my knees.

He spits on my tits again, and it arouses me that he put effort into making sure I’m the right height. That he’s thinking about making this moment as pleasurable and memorable as it can be, not just as quick as it can.

I stroke my fingers through his saliva, my mouth burning to taste it. My lips actually tingle, and when I look up at him, his dark eyes are locked onto me and my every movement. “I want to taste your spit,” I admit, having a total out of body experience. “Please, sir,” I beg.

I lift my finger to my mouth but he grabs my wrist and tugs it back before I can take a taste. With his other hand, he grips my jaw, his hard cock abandoned and angry against his belly. “Open,” he commands, and I open my mouth in time to receive his spit, warm and sweet. Arousal slips out of me, curving around my cunt, running down my inner thigh.

“Hold those gorgeous tits together,” he commands, his voice quiet against the rising roar of the rainstorm. I press my breasts together and tip my face up to watch him, my head kept warm from his hat.

He slips his cock between my breasts. “Hold ‘em,” he warns, bracing his hands around my throat as he begins thrusting, fucking my tits while rain wets my backside. I hold my mouth open, my tongue darting out to swipe over his head when he nears my lips.

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