He pulls the seat back and allows me to curl up in his arms, snuggling his chest. His arms wrap around me as our lips meet. It’s soft and sweet -- words I never thought I’d describe a moment with Cal Ross as. But with each kiss, it become urgent, a plea. The thought of our lives both being taken away like that comes flooding back to us as we go deeper, him finding my tongue and sucking on it hard. I return the favor by taking in his bottom lip, biting down on it hard.
Cal’s hand slips under my tank top, finding the bare skin. His dull fingertips dig into me as he moves upwards towards my neck, guiding my kisses. The other hand lifts the shirt over my head. I’m braless, exposed, but I don’t mind. All I can think of is his hands on my chest and his cock inside of me.
His fingers find my nipples, first warming them under his touch. I arch my back towards the steering wheel as his hands follow. His fingers tease at the tips of my brown nipples as he slightly pulls and pushes them in a round. His thumb rocks up and down on the nub sending me reeling.
Cal pulls my body back towards him, lifting me up so my breast lines up with his mouth. I let out a soft moan as I feel his wet, lapping tongue soak my nipple in his mouth. His tongue continues the twisting, circular motion his hands had just done while his teeth scrape up against the fleshy part of my small breasts. When he bites down, my hand shoots up towards the car’s ceiling, holding myself in place.
He places his head between my breasts and plants small kisses. But that can’t distract from me noticing his hands yanking down at my jeans. I stand between his straddled legs as I slip the tight pants down my legs. He follows me by pulling his own down, his large, erect cock spilling out of his pants.
I come back to his lap, sitting so my already wet * is hovering just above his cock. I take his mouth again, diving my tongue in. He murmurs as I begin to rock my hips up and down and in a long swivel. His cock dances underneath me in pleasure. He pulls me in tighter, holding me in place. Before he enters me, he takes one long, tantalizing look into my eyes.
And then I feel it. It’s as if I am being split open. His cock drives deep into my folds, parting me like a knife. It’s painful in a way that makes me call out immediately, but I don’t stop. I don’t push him out. I want to feel every inch, every bit of him growing inside of me. A small, fiery pit grows in my stomach as he begins to push up into me.
I respond by using my knees on the car seat to push off. I’m bouncing, practically floating. The more I go, the more I get the courage to lift my hips as high as the tip of his cock and then fall back down, taking him all in. He growls in response and his chest vibrates with the sound of his pleasure.
My own body takes over as my hands grasp his strong shoulders. My fingertips press into his black and gray tattoos and I let myself go. My hips bounce, jump, leap with his cock. They take the lead as he lets me guide us. That same feeling in my stomach overtakes my lungs, my chest, my nipples, my neck, my head until it falls down to my *.
“Cal!” I shout deeply into his ear. My orgasm fires up every nerve ending in my body as I feel as though I’m being torn in every direction of the universe. He holds me tight, pushing me back into his body. I’m cold and warm all over, but his kiss brings me back to life. He moves the wild hairs out of my eyes to look deeply into me as our lips meet.
I come up for air as he says, “I’m not finished yet. He pushes me off his stiff cock and turns me around so my chest lies across the steering wheel. I grasp on, knowing what is to come. Cal isn’t going to take me as gently as I did him. He’s going to want this his way. I brace myself.
He again enters me not taking any time. I’m stretched but he manages to still feel like a tight fit. My body feels that same twinge of electricity as I restart. He places one of his legs on the seat for balance and another on the ground. It gives him the ability to practically launch his rocket directly into my slit.
Cal’s cock punishes me as I want to repent for everything -- for what I said earlier that night, for not trusting his instincts, for leaving behind this magical thing between us. Each thrust is harder, deeper as I want to cry. He uses his palm to slap my ass, sending shockwaves throughout my hips and *. He hits me again, this time harder and with his fingertips. I try not to think of the red marks he’s leaving and instead concentrate on how good the surprise of it feels.
Another one of his hands wraps around my small waist. His fingers pull my legs farther apart and trace up the side of my thigh towards where his cock is rocking into me. He moves downwards towards the tip of my * and moves the flesh around my most sensitive spot. Like an expert explorer, he finds my clit. Cal twists at it at first, as I scream out a choked cry.