Page 50 of Pleading Innocence

“Yeah, right,” he said. “Climb over.” He began to unbuckle his pants and set his manhood free. My whole body needed to hold him, taste him, and touch him as soon as possible.

“Fuck,” I groaned, removing my top and cardigan, needing for him to grip my breasts. I stripped all the way down, grateful for his tinted windows and the sun protector he’d put across the windshield to conceal us. But before I climbed over, I lowered my mouth over him, sucking him in so hard, he swore and gripped my hair, pulling me off him.

“You’re evil,” he said with such hunger in his eyes that my body opened itself up for him. I grinned, licking my lips. Jared made me feel like a different person—wild and reckless. I loved it. “Get your ass over here,” he growled at me.

My legs were splayed as I tried to climb over the armrest and he swore. “So fucking hot. I fucking wish you could ride my face.”

We both eyed the top of the roof crashing down on the top of my neck and shook our heads, laughing.

“But for now, let me feel you,” he said,

As I sat down on his fingers, he worked my hole and clit simultaneously, and I made out with him as if we’d been separated for decades.

His fingers felt glorious against me. Gasping and moaning, I began thrusting my breasts toward his mouth. I came hard only a few seconds after he’d sucked my nipple against his tongue, tugging on it as if he was sucking the sweetness from hard candy.

“Mmmm!” I pressed my lips together as my eyes rolled over. “Fuck me,” I said, reaching for his penis with hurried hands.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he said, finding my hole with his stick. I thrust my hips against him, taking him in, in one swoop, and we both groaned out loud. He became different when he was fucking me, and it was delicious. He dropped the professional jargon and picked up a sort of swagger that I didn’t know he held within him. It made me plaster my ear against his lips as he whispered swear words against it, calling me dirty, sexy names.

Gripping his face, I worked my hips against him, bouncing on top of him, hearing him grunt before his hips started to jackhammer me from below. His heavy breath against my cheek, the sweat against my palms, my head tapping against the roof of his car—all of it was turning me into absolute mush. I pushed him back against the reclined seat, holding on to the back of it to meet his strokes with my own until we were both dripping with sweat, panting and crying from the release. Yet as hot as we were, we held each other, and I could feel his dick beating against my insides.

“You’re an animal,” I said, gasping for air against his shoulder as he stroked my hair, running his hand over my sweaty back while we waited for the AC to cool us down.

He grinned. “That makes two of us.”

Moaning, I writhed against him, kissing his neck, loving the feel of him still inside me. My body pulse with need for more of him.

“I’m not ready to go inside yet,” I said, undulating my hips against him.

“Oh, I’m gonna need some time before I’m ready for round two,” he breathed, kissing my forehead.

I groaned.

It would be awesome if they could orgasm multiple times like I could, but maybe that’s why I loved having sex with more than one men at once. They could all take turns fucking me over and over again. Although for right now, I was making up for lost time with Jared. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him.

I wanted to keep him locked in me for longer, but I had to get back to work and this was just a quickie, so unfortunately the moment had to come when he pulled himself from inside me even as my insides still pulsed from the memory of him.

“I guess I should get going then,” I said, pulling myself up off him.

He laughed.

“What?” I asked, adjusting my hair, wondering if something was out of place to make him laugh.

He reached for my hand and kissed my palm. “It’s just the disappointment in your face. If I didn’t hear you screaming in pleasure, feel you tighten around me, sucking me dry with your grip, my ego might be hurt,” he grinned.

I bit my lip at the way he described my release, groaning. “I just can’t get enough of you,” I confessed.

His brown eyes darkened and he lowered his lids, parting his lips as he reached for mine. “Me either,” he said, kissing me, this time slower and softer, teasing me with his tongue and grinning at the way he was driving me crazy. I sighed, collapsing into his arms as he wrapped them around my back, enveloping me. He kissed me with more desire for my pleasure than his and his lips were purposely agonizing me as they crept against my neck, brushing ever so lightly against the hair on my skin.

“Oh,” I said, as flutters danced in my body, pirouetting in my chest.

“Wanna cum again?” he whispered and smiled as I nodded.

He inhaled me into his lungs as he kissed me and I willingly synced my breathing with his. He groaned and I shuddered as his finger skimmed my clit before pressing harder, rubbing into it. I bit his bottom lip and he pulled me by the back of my head with his strong hand, kissing me harder as his other hand worked me into a frenzy.

I was whining and dragging out moans as the hardness of his thighs pressed into the softness of my bottom.

As I threw my head back, he speared through me with his kisses on my neck, moving his fingers to my plump labia, rubbing against hidden pleasure zones there. He rubbed both clit and labia with the heel of his hand and all five fingers until I was shaking around him. He finished me off with two strong fingers before pushing me off him.

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