her that has nothing to do with the cold. Her hips push against mine, and I slip through. She’s too wet and warm. My fingers gouge her hips as I watch myself piston in and out of her. Her body sways with my thrusts, her tits grinding into the hood. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her to hold those swaying, gorgeous tits in my hand. The other one is for yanking on her hip to make sure I’m fucking her as deeply as possible.
My breath comes out in short gasps. I don’t have enough hands to do what I want. I want my fist in her hair, rubbing her pussy and tasting her juices. I want to feel the muscles of her back resisting my body pounding against hers. Instead, I take turns pinching her nipples, and she lets out shrieks I’ve never heard come out of a woman. Deep, almost sobbing, moans.
I pull out of her and lift her upright, spinning her around to lay her on the hood. Her hair splays over the car, almost as though it melts into the night. My hand runs down her neck to her rosy chest. I gather her nipples and pinch hard, loving the squeal she gives me. Then I move down her fluttering stomach to her pussy, flushed with my cock’s assault.
I want more.
I want to taste her.
My knees hit the ground and my lips touch her pussy before I can utter a single sentence. I throw her legs over my shoulders, her juices slipping around my tongue. She trembles violently when I slide in, her thighs tightening. Then her long moan hits the sky when I suck. Beautiful. I can’t get over how good my wife tastes, and how gorgeous the sight of her writhing in ecstasy is.
My tongue flicks her swollen clit, circling the bud. A violent energy pulses through my cock, demanding to be released. I’m still hard as a diamond, overcome with how much she wants me. Her legs practically cut off my oxygen as she squeezes, and I dive deeper as I pinch her clit. Her stomach rises and falls more rapidly, the air electrified with the wet sounds of my mouth.
“Gage! Gage!”
She cries out my name, her face screwing up as her knees dig into my neck. I hold her to finish sucking on her pussy as her orgasm rides her like a wave. She clenches over my tongue, and I draw it back to kiss her. I don’t stop flicking her clit until she screams, and then I stand, still gripping her spread thighs. I promised myself I’d fuck her in that douchebag’s car. No matter what.
So I push her legs around my waist and pull her upright. Her head lolls on her shoulder, eyes fluttering. I kiss her parted mouth as animalistic need consumes me, imbibing my veins with fire. She clings to my shoulders, thrusting her greedy tongue inside me. She can probably taste herself all over my lips, but she doesn’t seem to care. If anything, she’s ravenous for me.
I let her slip down my chest as I slide into the passenger’s seat. Olivia ducks her head and steps inside. It’s cramped as fuck, even with the Mercedes’ roomy seats, but I push them back as far as they go because having Olivia straddle my waist is worth it. She closes the door and climbs over my lap, grinning uncertainly. A thrill runs through my cock as she grabs the root of me and positions herself. Her hips sink down.
“Fuck.”
She wraps around me like a tight, wet glove, squeezing me so hard, I bite my lip to distract myself. Oh God. Her body glides under my hands like smooth silk, and then she plummets. She gasps, pushing her hair out of her face, lifting her tits higher. My hands move from her waist to her back to pull her closer. I want her tits in my face—want them in my mouth. She crushes them against my lips and cheek, and then digs her fingers in my hair. A guttural moan rebounds in the car as she grinds onto my cock.
I lift my hips, meeting her downward plunges with upward thrusts. The spring inside me coils tighter with the sound of our bodies joining. I fucking need this woman. There’s nothing between us—not even a strip of latex. It’s amazing the difference it makes. Both of us are fully aware, not a drop of alcohol. I don’t