Damn, where did all of that come from?
Caulter growls, a sound deep in his throat. "That's what I wanted to hear, Princess," he says.
He doesn't wait, then. He covers my * with his mouth, the warmth sending waves of arousal rushing over me, one after the next. Licking and sucking, his tongue flicking in and out of me, he brings me to the edge.
"Wrap your legs around me, Princess," he says, his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against him. I do what he tells me to do, my legs over his shoulders, thighs pressing against his face as he thrusts his tongue inside me. I buck against him, and when he groans into my *, the sound is too much. It sends me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me with the intensity of a freight train.
Caulter doesn't give me any respite. He doesn't wait until I'm finished. Instead, he pulls away from me, leaving me throbbing, practically whimpering. Unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down his legs before I can even register what he's doing, he sits on the seat beside me. "Come here," he demands.
I know he wants me to ride him, but I don't want to do that. Not yet. "I want you in my mouth," I say.
Caulter shakes his head. "I don't want my pregnant wife on her knees in the car, sucking my cock."
"Are you saying you don't think I can fit?" I ask, dropping to my knees between his legs.
"I told you not to do that," Caulter growls, but the sound changes to a groan when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. His thick hard dick springs to attention at my touch, and despite his protest, Caulter slides forward in the seat so I can reach him.
My eyes on him, I run my tongue up the underside of his cock, trying not to smile when he groans louder this time. "That fucking tongue of yours," he whispers.
"This one?" I ask, licking his head, before wrapping my lips around his cock.
"Those fucking lips of yours," he says, as I go to work, bringing him deep into my mouth. I take him in further each time I go down on him, sucking more forcefully when I reach the head of his cock. He threads his fingers through my hair as I suck him, careful not to pull me down on him, careful not to lose control.
He's been careful with me ever since I got pregnant, as if he's afraid he's going to break me.
But I don't want him to be careful. "Stop treating me like I'm fragile," I whisper.
"I'm not treating –" he starts, but I interrupt.
"I want you to fuck my mouth," I say. The words come out of my mouth in a rush, almost surprising me. I'm frustrated by his restraint. "I want you to come on my tits. I want you to come on my face."
"Careful what you wish for, Princess," Caulter says, his voice thick.
I don't respond. I keep my eyes on him while I slip my shirt over my head. He yanks my bra off and tosses it to the side, roughly now, and my swollen breasts hang heavy.
I'm pregnant, buck naked in a car, telling my soon-to-be husband to come on my face. I guess I don't have to worry about the whole boring married life thing, if it's anything like the way things are now.
Caulter caresses my breasts as I wrap my lips back around him, returning to doing what I was doing. It's not long before he pulls me tighter, his cock deeper in my throat as he starts to lose control.
When he calls me Princess, repeating it over and over as he fucks my mouth, I know he's close. He's hard to the point that he's about to explode, and I taste his pre-cum, salty in my mouth.
Finally, he warns me. "Princess, you better be ready. Are you sure?"
I moan my approval, and he pulls out, spraying me with his hot cum. I feel it dripping on my cheeks, my breasts, down my belly, and I reach up to touch my fingers to it when Caulter speaks, his voice terse. "Oh shit," he says.
"It's okay," I say. "It was totally hot."
"No, Kate," he says, his voice insistent now. "There's a cop behind us! I can see him in the rearview mirror!"
"What? Oh, shit." My heart is pounding at a rate that can't be healthy for a human being.
Running my fingers frantically through my hair and wiping my mouth, I, pulling my pants back up around my belly. I scramble for my shirt, not bothering with the bra, and shimmy into my maternity pants with all of the grace of a very pregnant woman.
That's the one good thing I can say about these stretchy maternity pants, at least – they're great for pulling off and on. Which makes them great for quickies in the back seat of cars. The pants manufacturer should definitely think about that fact when they're coming up with advertising campaigns.
I bring my hand up to my face as Caulter struggles to zip his pants up and buckle them beside me.
"Oh shit," he says, wiping his shirt across the cum on my face. "Get in the passenger seat and I'll climb into the driver's side."