“I think we should pull over.” I announce.
“Where?” he glances at me, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Anywhere, doesn’t matter.” I shrug, my hand still working him.
He slows the car and veers off to the right. We’re in plain view, but the sun is setting, and we’ve only passed a couple of other vehicles in the last hour.
“We’ll have to be quick.” he says, unbuckling his seat belt.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” I’m already hoisting myself out of the seat, and climbing into the back of our SUV.
He joins me after getting out of the car and walking over to the rear doors, both of us laughing at his practical solution.
I don’t waste any time straddling him, pulling my flouncy cotton sun dress up to my hips and unzipping his jeans as he reaches for my breasts, kneading them through the light fabric. I pull his cock out, noticing the tip glistening with pre-cum. I lift myself up, knee pressing into the door as I pull aside my underwear and push him inside of me, feeling my cunt consume him. I press my torso against his as my hips rock forward and backward slowly at first so I can fully appreciate the feeling of his circumference sliding in and out of me. I bury my face into his neck, my hands gripping the back seat as my hips buck against his, harder now, the muscles of my ass contracting vehemently with every thrust.
His hands grip my ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he pulls me into him with a force that matches my rocking. My knee is knocking against the door, a light sheen of sweat shines across my bare arms, chest and face.
My knuckles are turning white from holding on to the seat. I’m fervent with desire to fuck him so hard it unravels me. My clit presses against his body with every thrust lighting it up, making me want more. I kiss his neck, alternating kisses with teeth nipping at his flesh.
He spanks my ass so hard it sends fire across my skin. I bite harder, and he spanks me again, meeting the intensity of my aggression. I move my hips faster against him, pussy dripping, drenching his cock and the fabric of his jeans.
I continue moving steadily against him, savoring his mouth on my neck, making my flesh prickle with goose bumps. His hand snakes through my hair before he gathers a fistful of it and pulls. My head leans back, exposing my throat and I feel his lips there, tracing its length before his teeth graze my collar bone. I release my death grip on the seat and wrap my arms around him feeling the warm contractions of my orgasm unfurling beneath my skin.
My cunt releases its rhythmic pulses, as the tension of wanting to fuck dissolves inside of me with each crashing wave of sensation. I hear my voice cry out, but I feel so far away, drowning in my own pleasure, unaware of anything around me except for him buried deep inside of me.