Brace Yourself

In the Car

“Come on, baby, I need it so bad,” his pants open, the tip of his cock purple and insistent, peeking over the waistband of his boxers.

She sighed, looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, satisfied herself that she was not being watched, and leaned across the console.

She lifted his boxers and had to admire his beautiful prick. Pulsing, so full and thick, almost calling to her. She grasped the hot shaft and squeezed. His response was a low moan and a single drop of pre-cum at the tip, milky white against his tortured skin. She looked up at him. He was desperate, glancing down at her, then back at the road, then back down at her, eyes glazed, lips parted, breathing heavy.

She leaned further and licked the salty drop from the tip. He moaned again and lifted his hips. His hand found the back of her head and pressed. She let go and sat up.

“I’m not going to do this if you pull that shit.”

“Sorry, baby, I just want to feel you sucking me so bad. I won’t do it again. I promise.” His soft, brown eyes melted her, the gentle smile at the corners of his lips brought heat deep into her belly. God, did he turn her on. She wanted him in her mouth probably more than he wanted her mouth on him.

“Ok, but any more moves like that and you go to bed with blue balls.” He nodded, contrite, and then hopeful.

She leaned over once again and gripped him. He was like iron. She slid her hand to his shaved balls, sliding her fingers under his sac and cupping him. His balls were pulled tight. He wouldn’t last long. She bent to him and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it lightly with her lips and tongue. Her hand gently stroked the length of him, fingers drawing up the head and then easing back down his shaft. He gasped when she sucked him a bit too firmly. Her mouth released his ball and she dragged her tongue to the base, then slowly up the shaft. She looked up at him as she did this, Loving the mixture of pleasure and discomfort she saw there. He was fighting it so hard, biting his lip. Gasping. He looked down at her and their eyes locked. At that moment she parted her lips around the head and slid him deep into her mouth. She felt every ridge, every vein, every nuance of his perfect cock as she slid him in. The head nudged against the back of her throat and she relaxed, allowing him to slide deeper, into her throat, easing him all the way in until her lips were fastened around the base of him, then slowly releasing him, drawing him out of her mouth, fist gripping the slick shaft and stroking him methodically as she worked the tip and head with her lips and tongue.

She felt him building and increased both the speed of her stroking and the suction she placed on him with her mouth. Bobbing down onto him, lips meeting her hand, stroking and sucking him, until her grew impossibly hard, seemed to double in size for a moment, and then she felt his hot load filling her mouth, and she drove down onto him so that he shot straight down her throat, screaming, her fingers massaging his balls, drawing every drop out of him, moving over him again and again until he began to soften in her mouth.

She released him smiling at his now-limp cock, spent against his belly, and wiped her mouth daintily.

“Now let’s go meet your parents, shall we?”