Page 18 of All the Way
He guides my hips over the center console and I slip easily into his lap, straddling him with a knee on either side. Chris starts to unzip my pants, but I stop him.
“I need it right now,” he growls, his fingers grasping at the zipper. “I need to taste that sweet little thing.”
“Not yet,” I say softly, dropping down in front of him and working nervously on his belt. His ripped, flat stomach coaxes my pussy and I tighten up at the sight of his body. “This is what I meant when I said you’ve grown up. I never knew you to work out, Chris.”
“It’s not from working out,” he says, weaving his fingers through my hair. “Turns out doing physical labor will do this to you.”
“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.” I kiss his sexy stomach and pull his zipper down, reaching into his boxers to grab his cock. I’ve held it before, but not in a long time, and I’ve never put my mouth on it before. It’s so big and sturdy, and I part my lips slightly, kissing it gently as his hips rise ever so slightly and excruciatingly slowly to meet my mouth. My pussy is already soaked, and as I open up to take him into my mouth, he groans as my tongue licks up and down his full length.
“Fuck, baby. You see what you do to me?” He pushes his hips up slowly into my mouth, his large hands grasping fist-fulls of my hair and guiding me down softly onto his cock. His head is dripping salty wet precum, which I lick up lustfully with a swirl of my tongue around the tip. “Fuck, yes.”
Chris pulls his cock out of my mouth and I meet him halfway to kiss him, both of my hands on either side of his lap. “You’re making me rock-hard, sweetheart. I can’t let it go to waste. Put that pussy on my lap,” he says, quickly undoing my jeans and yanking them down my ass. I feel beautiful in his caring hands, and I kick off my jeans and panties and grab his cock, feeling the tip rub against my opening.
“No, baby. I’m not going to fuck you yet. I want you to rub that pussy all over my cock. Use me to get yourself off. And I’m not going to touch you until you beg me for it.” His words send aching heat into my clit as the cab of my truck steams up from the inside.
I shudder deep inside and move myself so my wet slit is up against his hard cock. Somehow this feels even more dirty than just having sex in my truck in a public place, even though we are on the side of a pretty deserted road. Having his dick up against me in this way makes me so vulnerable, and so alive.
Moving my hips in long, slow strides, I drag my pussy along the full length of his big cock, my lips getting more and more soaked with each pass, my aching clit barreling toward a sweet, heavenly release.
“I don’t know if I can go much longer,” I whimper, throwing my arms around Chris’ neck. I open my eyes and see his mouth open in front of mine, and he nips my bottom lip between his teeth. My eyes flutter closed at the little pinch of pain swirling in my head with the maddening pleasure between my legs.
“Don’t you stop until that pussy pops all over my hard cock. Don’t you dare stop.” He wraps his tough fingers gently around my throat, making my eyes fly open in surprise. My heart thumps so hard in my chest and I can practically feel it pounding in my throat, behind his fingers. “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” His commands send my hips moving faster, my clit throbbing and aching with heat. I press my fingers against the buttons on his shirt, clumsily and shakily, desperately trying to open them, needing to feel his skin against me.
“You want this cock inside you, don’t you?” he says, pushing his hips forward, meeting my tempo. “You want this thick thing to spread your cunt open and make you come over and over, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry out, the heat in my clit bordering on unbearable. “Please.”
“Please what?” A mischievous glimmer flashes in his eyes as his fingers dig gently into the delicate skin on my throat.
“Please fuck me, Chris. I need it,” I plead with him, begging for him to take me right-fucking-now.
He shifts and reaches down, pushing his cock straight through my pussy, burying himself deep inside with one hard thrust, sending me over the edge. My lips contort into a moan against his mouth, and as he slides his tongue past my lips, he pulls my head back gently by my hair with one hand and grasps onto my ass, squeezing with the other.
“Who is the only man who can do this for you, baby?” he growls, slapping against my pussy. “Who?”
“You, it’s you,” I cry out. I can’t take it. He’s too good, too big, too everything. My walls contract wildly around his cock, and I feel him explode deep inside me, giving me everything he’s got.
“I’m your last,” he says, pushing my damp hair away from my face. “Your first and last, aren’t I, baby?”
I collapse against his chest, our bodies impossibly slick and damp. He holds me and I hold him back, too content. Too happy.
Chapter Ten - Chris
I text my dad to thank him for coming over for Christmas dinner. It means a lot to me that he’s finally starting to come around, and I hope this is the first step today getting my family life back together.
Some things can’t be fixed. Some bonds that are broken are broken for good. But now that I have Jess back in my life, there is no fucking way I’m letting her go again.
I glance over at her, falling asleep in the seat beside me. Her dark hair falls in a cascade over her chest, hiding her breasts away from me.
She wakes up slowly and her eyes flutter away hazily.
“Chris?”
“Yes, baby?” I lean over to stroke her hair away from her face. “It seems like I’m in the habit of making you fall asleep lately.”
“No,” she says, running her fingers along the bottoms of her eyes, blotting away some stray macara. “I’m up.”
My phone buzzes, and it’s Josh asking me to come over to his place for a little get-together. Jess leans over the seats to catch a look at my phone.
