“I don’t accept it.” I was being stupid, but while the plant didn’t seem like enough, the car was crazy.
“I knew you wouldn’t, so as I said, I’ll loan it to you. I absolutely do not want you driving to New York in your Beater Kia. You could break down on the road, then get hit by another car, stolen by a passerby, or put in some other form of jeopardy I haven’t the imagination to dream up when I sit up nights worrying about you driving your piece of shit car. So, you will drive the car I’m loaning you whether you like it or not. You don’t have to keep it, and you don’t have to drive it when you’re home.”
Silence stretched between us and I knew I was just being an ass. He was right. He would respect what I said. And I should do the same. I felt the walls inside of me break down. “I’m listening.”
He visibly exhaled. “Good, do you want to see the car?”
“Sure.”
He took my hand and walked around the block, where I saw a shiny new Volvo. “It’s one of the safest cars on the road,” he assured me.
I laughed and hugged him hard. While the car was in the expensive to mid range, it wasn’t a Bentley or some crazy expensive car designed to show off in. It was a freakin’ Volvo. A sensible SUV that would, in fact, be much safer than driving the Beater Kia around.
“I love it.” And I did, surprisingly so. I was excited and touched and pleased. I peered at the remote in my hand, pressed the unlock button. “I want to see the inside,” I shouted as I took off running toward my new car. My new car.
I’d never had a new car. The Beater Kia was a second hand car Gran bought off of a friend’s grandkid when they got a new sports car with their own money. I opened the door and was hit with that new car smell. The leather was buttery soft.
“I love, love, love it!”
KP was the picture of relief as he climbed into the passenger side. “I’m glad. The brakes stop on a dime, and Volvo has pledged to make a death free car by 2020, we can always trade up.” He was so enthusiastic, it was irresistible.
I leaned over and kissed him with all the passion inside me, trailing my hand over the bulge I knew would be there. “I see little KP likes the car.”
He grinned. “I think big KP likes your hand more.” His breath hitched and he placed his hand on top of mine.
I eased down his zipper and pulled the subject of our attention out. It was nearly three in the morning, on a quiet street in a tiny neighborhood. If people could see us through the tinted windows, then it was on them for looking. I leaned over and took his delicious cock into my mouth. I sucked his sweetness until he was rock hard and squirming, lifting his hips in a rhythmic pulse
“Do the seats power backward?” I asked as I straddled him, still wearing my jeans.
“They better.” He fumbled around the seat until he found the power button that moved us backwards, giving me more room to maneuver.
“That’s better.” I stood up until my head hit the roof and slid one leg out of my jeans and panties.
I then gently impaled myself on him. It was always a struggle at first getting him in, no matter how wet I was.
“Let me help you,” he whispered as he bit my ear, and I gushed a little more wetness onto him.
He opened up my shirt to bare my bra, which he pulled down to reveal my breasts. He began to suck as his finger found my clit and danced around the inflamed nub. As he played my body like a finely tuned instrument, he adjusted us until the angle changed and he was even deeper inside me. Leaning all my body weight on him, I began to ride, rocking back and forth as I did. Soon, the slow fuck was too much for both of us, and he started jackhammering under me.
“Harder!” I breathed as I bore down on him more.
“Did you start birth control?” he asked feverishly.
“Yeah.” I said as my head crashed into the sunroof.
I didn’t care. Didn’t stop. I wanted this to be hard and frantic, and as crazy as fucking in the front seat of my new car should be.
He slowed us down some and caught his breath. “Can you turn around?”
“I’ll try.” I laughed as I tried to catapult my leg over him and turn without dislodging his cock from my pussy. I didn’t want to lose the connection, but in the end, it was like the Twister game, and I was a complete failure. I had to lift off him for a moment, and his hard dick came out of me with a pop that made us both laugh. I turned around and settled back in a reverse cowgirl that… holy shit, made me feel everything.
When he started thrusting up again, I decided this was my new favorite position. The angle was perfect, primal, and the tension inside me began to build.
“Oh my god, KP!” I screamed out as my pussy clenched around him in an explosion that dimmed the outer corners of my vision.
“Give it to me,” he grunted as his balls slapped erotically before he stilled, pressing me harder onto him as he came.
What an amazing feeling to have him in me, unleashing his passion. He rocketed a few more times and then shivered. I felt raw and sensitive when he pulled himself out and took deep breaths. His cock was glistening with both my orgasm and his, and I felt his cum ooze out of me. It was surreal.
“Naughty girl.” He slapped my bare ass.
I kissed him on the nose. “Thanks for the car, and for my first car sex.”
It was another feat of magic getting ourselves dressed again. We also had a bit of tidying up to do on my brand-new seats. Some people smashed champagne bottles, others smashed pussies. It was all good.
When we got back to my house, we showered and cuddled in together. I was a little sore from the ramrodding I’d just gotten inside my new sensible mobile.
“I shall name him Rodney,” I said against KP’s chest.
He laughed and kissed my hair. “Fitting.”
I turned to look up at him and winced at my change of position. “Are you sure you didn’t have a construction crew in your pants back there?”
“Sorry, love, I got a little carried away,” he said sincerely.
“The other women you’ve been with must have leather vaginas the size of the Grand Canyon,” I teased.
He wrinkled his brow. “Can we avoid the talk of other women and leather vaginas?” He kissed my hair again. “I’ll be more careful next time. In fact, I’ll make it up to you now.”
He smiled and slithered down under the sheets, gently spreading my legs apart. I felt his soft, moist tongue lap at my sensitive, bruised folds and he quickly had me gripping the sheets with need again.
Hurts so good.
The song was playing in my mind as he brought me to the brink of pleasure with only his tongue.
CHAPTER 14
KP