Page 9 of Fast and Dirty

“Oh yes,” she drops her head back at my invasion. “Oh fuck yes.”

I want to get to more of her, but the gown is an obstacle that is only intensifying my hunger to have what’s beneath it. Her tits are amazingly secure in the bodice that has them on display and my only access is to delve my tongue in the cleavage between them. The taste of her skin makes me growl in approval, and she gasps, bucking harder against my hand.

“I’m getting your beautiful gown filthy, princess,” I tease, gripping her harder against me.

“I don’t care, get it dirty. Ruin it,” she orders in a strained moan as she reaches down between us, splaying her hand over my painfully erect shaft. She palms it through my jeans, almost making me dizzy.

“You want that?” I ask, working my mouth back up her chest, my tongue sneaking out to swipe at the base of her throat. “You want my cock?”

She nods frantically, already going to work on my belt. When she gets it undone, I briskly whip it from its belt loops, tossing it to the side, where it makes a loud clank on the concrete floor.

“I’ll give it to you,” I assure her in a sweet whisper before nipping at her bottom lip and turning us, walking her back towards the car, mauling every inch of her skin my mouth can access along the way. By the time her backside hits the bumper, she has the button of my fly undone.

“Yes, give it to me…”

She moans as I grab hold of her ass with both hands and lift her to sit on the edge of the bumper. The hood is still popped, greasy engine still exposed and I struggle with the skirts of her gown, trying to gather them up so I can get between her legs. I finally get exasperated enough to crouch down and wad up as much of it I can before raising up her legs, and holy fuck, I was not expecting to find this…

A pair of damp, lace panties does indeed greet me from between her thighs, but not in the virginal white I was expecting. These are a vibrant shade of coral, and a stark contrast to her dress, but just as bright.

“These are fucking hot,” I look up at her, as I graze a knuckle down her slit outside the soaked material.

She gives an amused smile between labored breaths. “They’re not your favorite, are they?”

“Hell no,” she pants, resting back with her hand on the alternator.

“Good,” I grumble before fisting the material and giving a hard yank, revealing her glistening wet pussy to me.

“Oh my God,” Kira drops her head back, the words coming out in a throaty moan. It’s as if those panties were the shackles of her womanhood. “Please… I can’t wait…”

“Me neither,” I whisper, taking hold of her thigh. A lacey white garter belt adorns it like a ribbon on a beautiful package. “Just think… your piece of shit husband is supposed to be taking this off you with his teeth about now…” I taunt, my voice heady andthick with arousal. “But instead, I’m doing it while I eat your pussy.”

“Ohhh…fuck that’s so hot,” she keens as I nip at the garter, getting it between my teeth and dragging it slowly down her skin until it drops down her calf.

Once that’s out of the way, I waste no time diving in. I latch my mouth onto her sex, immediately moaning in response to the sweet taste.

‘Mmm, fuck…” I groan out between lashes of my tongue through her slit. I let her dress fall over me, leaving me alone with her perfect pussy in a cloud of white.

“West… please, I can’t take it,” she pleads and I sympathize. I’m about to blow myself but I can’t help it.

“Just a little more,” I bargain in a frantic whisper before I plunge my tongue inside her, pumping in and out.”

“Jesus!” She cries, as I feel her hand pressing against the back of my head, holding me in place as her body gives way to the tremors of her orgasm. Her hips roll deftly as she fucks my face. I keep licking as she rides it out. He legs are still quivering when I rise back to my feet.

Fuck that was beautiful; taking her away from her stife if even for a minute.

I rest my hands on the bumper to hover over her, grinding my hardness against her.

“You did that,” I rasp, teasing her with a flick of my tongue against her lips and I feel her shudder. “You and your pretty dress did that to me. You’ve made me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.” I reach one hand back to my back pocket, feeling for my wallet. When I locate a condom, I let the folded leather fall to the floor and rip the foil packet open with my teeth.

Kira holds her position, writhing and pumping her hips beneath me while reaching forward and taking hold of my dick, while I shove my jeans down just low enough to give it the freedom for what we’re about to do.

“Fuck, princess” I groan as she strokes her hand down me, biting her lip in anticipation. “You just might kill me today.

“I can’t help it,” she defends in a whisper as she releases my dick so I can stroke the latex down on it.

“Say you want it,” I order in a growl as I come to hover over her again. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want it, West,” she pants, urgently, her hands finding my shoulders and sinking her nails in. I hiss with the rush of pleasure. “I want your cock, and I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

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