He had carried me from the bar, my pussy throbbing and achy from the mind-blowing orgasm. God! I had actually come all over his fingers in the middle of a crowded dance floor! Now he was placing me in the car, still finger-fucking my slick cunt. In the glow of the street light I saw that his eyes were a piercing green. His skin was tanned to perfection, weathered in all the right places, not too pretty-boy. He licked his fingers after pulling them from my pussy and his eyes held a gleam that took my breath away. I was ready for more. I wanted to know what he felt like. Did he have hair on his chest? I knew he was all muscle, but not to bulky. His chest had been hard as a rock when he held me, and his thigh was the perfect firmness between my thighs on the dance floor. At the memory of straddling his thigh while he played with my exposed tit and pinched my ass I felt a rush of fresh cream between my thighs. As he joined me in the car, his hand returned to my hungry pussy to find me gushing again.
"We are going to my house for the rest of the weekend. I am going to fuck you, baby, until you scream my name. Your hot little cunt is mine. Your chewable little titties are mine. Your sweet little tight ass is mine. And your sinful, hot mouth is definitely mine. In fact, let's start getting that tempting little mouth warmed up on the way, shall we?
His fingers twisted in my panties and tugged, the drenched fabric giving away. I felt him pull the torn material from my cunt lips and immediately missed the sensation of the thong between my cheeks.
"No more panties this weekend, baby girl. I want access to my pretty little pussy at all times." He gave my clit a light pinch and tugged it gently, drawing a moan from my throat. I closed my eyes as his fingers continued to explore the folds of my bare pussy. Then the hand was gone, and as I turned my gaze toward him he brought his juice-slick fingers to my lips. Painting my lips with cream, he leaned in and flicked my nipple with his tongue through the sheer fabric of my blouse. I was breathless, squirming in his plush bucket seat, unable to keep my thighs from rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. He sat back and watched me as I licked and nipped at his fingers, his heated gaze traveling over me.
"So fucking hot, baby. Your pussy is perfectly pink and swollen, and Jesus, so wet. Open your thighs wider honey, so I can see my sweet little cunt." I raised a knee higher and let it drop to the side, thrusting my pelvis toward his gaze. "What do you want, sweet girl? Are you ready for some hard cock?" I licked my lips, tasting my cream, watching his eyes heat up at the sight. "You sucked my finger like a hungry little thing... maybe you are ready to suck something bigger. What do you think, baby? Ready to suck some hard cock?" My gaze dropped to his lap, where his fingers trailed over the line of a very impressive length inside his jeans. My mouth watered at the idea of making him squirm the way he had done to me. Would he lose control enough to come? I was ready to find out.
My eyes returned to his and I saw pure lust there. He had been watching me stare at his cock, biting and licking my lips in anticipation. He began unbuttoning his jeans, revealing that he wore no underwear. My pussy was throbbing again, and a new ache began as his cock appeared. Long, impossibly thick, and with a perfect plum-shaped head, it stood high against his stomach, jutting out from a trimmed thatch of dark hair. He lifted his heavy balls out of their confinement and I rubbed my thighs together again, just thinking about that big sack slapping my ass as he pounded into my dripping pussy. "Up on your knees, honey. I want your hot little mouth."