Road Trip

The idea of a road trip had been spontaneous, sparked by a shared desire to escape the city and enjoy some freedom. We were cruising along in your sleek black SUV, the air conditioning was set just right, keeping the summer heat at bay, while a slow, sultry R&B track played softly through the car stereo.

You looked over at me from the driver’s seat, your dark brown hair tousled and framing your chiseled jaw, your eyes dark with desire. Your gaze lingered for a moment before your hand left the steering wheel, drifting over the console between us. Your fingers brushed against my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me, but you didn't stop there. You slid your hand higher, moving slowly, deliberately, until it was between my legs. The moment you touched me, your fingers brushed against bare skin, and you froze for a moment, your eyes widening with realisation.

“Fuck,” you murmured, voice thick with surprise and lust. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

A wicked smile spread across your lips as your fingers explored further, tracing the wetness already pooling between my thighs. I bit my lip, a soft moan escaping as you teased me, your thumb brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to make me squirm in my seat. The combination of your touch and the growing heat inside the car was driving me wild, and I could feel my body responding, opening up for you.

The car rumbled over the uneven ground, every bump sending jolts of pleasure through me as your fingers continued their slow, torturous exploration.

The moment you brought the car to a stop, you turned off the engine, plunging us into a heavy silence broken only by our ragged breathing and the faint beat of the music still playing. Your eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire, and without a word, you leaned over the console again, capturing my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Your fingers found my slick folds again, this time with more urgency, sliding through the wetness as you teased my entrance, not quite pushing inside but enough to drive me wild.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With a desperate need coursing through me, I reached over and started fumbling with your belt and zipper, eager to free you from the confines of your pants. I could feel your cock straining against the fabric, thick and hard. You grabbed my hand, pulling it away, and without a word, we scrambled into the backseat, our movements frantic and filled with urgency.

As soon as we were settled, I reached for you again, finally releasing your cock from your pants. I gasped at the sight of it—long and swollen with desire, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I wanted to taste you, to wrap my lips around your cock and feel it throb in my mouth, but you had other ideas.

With a swift motion, you pushed me back against the seat, your fingers leaving me only to grab my thighs and pull me closer. My sundress was already hiked up around my waist, and you wasted no time, your mouth descending between my legs as you pushed them apart. Your tongue found my clit with a flick, and I cried out, my hands flying to your head, fingers threading through your dark hair as you began to devour me.

Your tongue was relentless, circling my clit, sucking it into your mouth, then sliding down to tease my entrance before plunging inside. You fucked me with your tongue, your hands gripping my thighs tightly, holding me open for your pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and desperation, my hips bucking against your face, trying to get more, needing more.

“Oh god, yes, right there,” I moaned, my voice breathless, barely more than a whisper. My whole body was trembling, every nerve ending on fire as you worked me with your mouth, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure deep inside, and I was on the verge of tipping over when you suddenly pulled away, leaving me gasping, aching with need.

You looked up at me, your face glistening with my wetness, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “Turn around,” you ordered, your voice a low, commanding growl that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

I scrambled to obey, turning to face the back of the SUV and bracing myself against the leather seats. You moved behind me, your hands on my hips, pulling me back toward you. I felt the hard length of your cock pressing against my ass, and then you were there, at my entrance, teasing me, sliding just the tip in and out, making me whimper with need.

With a rough grunt, you thrust forward, burying yourself inside me in one hard stroke. I cried out, my body arching back against you as you filled me completely. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the pleasure that followed was overwhelming. You didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t wait for me to catch my breath—you just started fucking me, hard and fast, your hips slamming into mine with a raw, primal force that took my breath away.

The car rocked with each thrust, the leather seats creaking beneath us, the windows fogging up from the heat of our bodies. I could hear the slap of your hips against my ass, the wet sound of your cock driving in and out of me, mingling with my moans and your grunts of pleasure. The intensity of it all was almost too much, but I didn’t want it to stop, couldn’t bear the thought of it ending.

Your hands gripped my hips hard, holding me steady as you pounded into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The tension was building again, that tight coil of pleasure deep inside, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. I could feel myself getting close, so close, and I knew you could feel it too.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you groaned, your voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

I was close, so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Your thrusts grew more urgent, more savage, and I knew you were close too. The orgasm tore through me, violent and overwhelming, making my whole body convulse with the force of it. I cried out, my muscles clenching around your pulsating cock, pulling your cock deeper as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

You followed right after, groaning my name as you drove into me one final time, your cock throbbing as you released inside me. The heat of your cum filling me triggered another smaller climax, and I clung to you, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

We both stayed there for a moment, panting, our hearts racing as we slowly came down from the high. You finally pulled out, your breath still heavy, and we disentangled ourselves. I could feel your cum dripping down my thighs, warm and sticky, and you didn’t hesitate. Dropping to your knees behind me, you ran your tongue up my leg, licking every drop, sending shivers up my spine with each swipe. The sensation was almost too much, making me tremble as you cleaned me up, savoring every moment.

Once you were satisfied, you helped me straighten up, adjusting my dress and smoothing my hair. We were both a mess, our clothes rumpled, our bodies still tingling. Without a word, we climbed back into the front seats, the car still filled with the scent of sex. You looked over at me, a satisfied grin on your face, and I couldn’t help but smile back, knowing that this was exactly what we both needed—just pure, raw, unapologetic sex.

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