He groaned as I started to suck his thick cock. He definitely was bigger than the last time I saw him, which was saying a lot. He’d become a man in a lot of ways, including getting a thicker cock. I could barely fit it in my mouth as I sucked him, sliding it into my throat and back out. He groaned as I took him and I loved it.
I loved being bad for him. I loved that he could get me to do things I never thought I would, and I loved that those things felt right with him. Touching myself while he watched was exciting, exhilarating, and I loved how he grunted with pleasure as I sucked his cock.
I took as much of him as possible deep into my throat. He pressed me down. “Fuck yes,” he gasped. “Fuck girl. I love feeling my cock in the back of your fucking throat.”
I pulled back, gasping, and stroked his thick shaft. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard, tongue in my mouth, then pressed me back down. I went back to work, sucking him faster, lips sliding up and down his hard cock. He was rock hard, ready to rip out of my mouth as my spit slid along his skin. I used my hand to gather it up and jerk him off.
“Come here,” he grunted. I pulled up and then he took my hips, pulling me across the console. He slid his seat back, making room as I straddled him.
He braced me just above him, his hard cock pressed against my dripping pussy as he looked into my eyes. “Tell me this is what you want,” he commanded.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please, Gage. Fuck me.”
I gasped as he slid me down his shaft. He filled me easily in a single stroke and I was down against him, our pelvises pressed together, face to face. He cupped my ass and slowly moved me back up, a shudder rolling down my spine.
“Shit,” I gasped. “You’ve grown.”
“You haven’t,” he said. “You’re still as tight as the day I first fucked you.”
I moaned and slid back down, moving faster. I kissed him hard as he took my hair in one hand, my ass in the other. Slowly I moved myself, rolling my hips, savoring the pleasure and the pain of his cock thrust deep between my legs. He filled me to the hilt, spread me wide open as pleasure burst through my skull.
I rode him faster, moaning as he slapped my ass. “You’re made to fuck this big cock,” he said. “You were fucking born to ride me like this, you dirty fucking girl. This is all you ever need. Just my big fucking dick between your legs.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh god, Gage. I need it.”
“That’s right.” He slapped my ass harder. “I love to hear you say it, dirty fucking girl. I love to hear you admit that you need my cock, that you’re a dripping wet slut for me.”
I slammed my hips down, riding him wildly. It was a comfortable night but sweat was already on my body from working him so hard. I pressed my hands onto the back of the seat, gripping them as he grabbed my hips and began to slam himself into me.
He pounded my pussy, pumping his thick cock inside of me. I gripped the seat harder, barely able to take him. Gage was savage, rough, and I knew there was no stopping him from taking what he wanted. I loved it as I moaned, head thrown back.
He let out a grunt then shoved me down his cock. He opened the door and cupped my ass. Suddenly I was in the air as he stood and carried me out of the car. I held onto his neck as he carried me to the back of the car and laid me down on the trunk.
“Fuck girl,” he said, still inside of me. He spread my legs wide. “I need to hear you come. I need to watch your smooth, sexy body shake as you say my fucking name.”
He spread my legs wide and began to fuck me again, sliding in and out. I could feel the smooth paint of the steel car beneath me as his thumb slowly began to work my clit. Pleasure moved through me in waves and waves as he worked my pussy, cock and fingers driving me insane.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. My hands held the edge of the car as I rolled my hips, working with him. I tipped my head back, eyes watching the stars as he fucked me deeper, harder, rougher. He fucked me like an animal, rutting me, our bodies sweating in the open night air.
Then the orgasm hit me, welling up from my core, erupting through my spine. My muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, and then I moaned his name. I couldn’t say how long it lasted, maybe hours, maybe just seconds, but he didn’t relent. He didn’t give me one second to relax. He pressed my orgasm for as long as it would last, taking me past the place I was used to going and into some new territory of unknown pleasure.
Slowly it passed, but he wasn’t done with me. He continued to fuck my pussy, sliding in and out, fucking me rough. His grunts were getting faster and deeper, and I knew he was close.