Mmm. A moan threatens to escape me, and I clamp down on it, pushing it back, struggling to regain control. This doesn't happen to me. It just doesn't. Fuck Audra Holiday. Fuck Robbie Carrell. I don't like people getting the upper hand with me. It doesn't sit well. And this? What is this? Am I getting a blow job from a woman because I want one?
Audra's plump, nubile ass is raised up, pressed against the glass on the passenger's side of the car. I imagine anyone driving by will get a rather startling view. I press my hand down on the back of her head, forcing her to deep throat my cock. Audra's wild moans fill the car as I release the brake and put my foot on the gas. The warm wrap of her lips is intoxicating, taking me back to places I haven't been in a long, long time. I almost forgot how good it felt to have sex for simple, animalistic pleasure. I let biology take its natural course, enjoying the way Audra struggles to swallow with so much cock in her mouth, her saliva dripping down my shaft and sliding across my tightened sack. Oh yes, my mind coos, caressing my psyche with old memories. You always did enjoy having your dick sucked. I'd almost forgotten. How sad is that?
I manage to stay under the speed limit, sliding up to the gate of the Braxton's palatial monstrosity with an orgasm simmering beneath my cocky smile. I roll my window down and punch in the key code, fighting my body's natural urge to come, to spill my seed in Audra's throat. She asked for proof of my prowess. Well, sweetheart, be careful what you wish for.
When Audra tries to come up for air, I push her back down, gliding the Chrysler around the paved driveway and over to the gravel road that winds through the trees. The Braxtons use this path for their horse and carriage rides. Yes, they have their very own set of white steeds – all stallions – and a whole team of people to care for them. Personally, I think the Braxton's horses are all wicked nasty creatures, nothing like the gentle brown beauties my mother used to raise.
But fuck horses. All I care about right now is my goddamn cock and finding a slice of pleasure in an otherwise ugly situation.
I drive slowly down the path, careful to leave as few signs of my presence as possible. I want to bury Mark somewhere in the middle of the Braxton's property, close enough to the house that I doubt the land I choose will be sold off anytime within the next century but far enough away that nobody will stumble upon it. Admittedly, it's a little hard to think with Audra's mouth working on my dick, but I manage, parking the car underneath a thick copse of trees. We'll carry Mark's body off the beaten path a bit and use the shovel I have in my backseat. It wasn't there for any nefarious purpose, but I'm awfully glad to have it. Originally, I had intended to plant a few new trees in my front yard, just to increase my sense of privacy and give the neighbors a brief glimpse of me acting as normal as possible.
I let Audra go, enjoying the slide of her lips as she pulls back and sucks in a massive breath, pushing her hair back from her reddened face. She gives me an accusatory look.
“I almost died down there,” she says, which is a horrible exaggeration. I smile and reach past her, opening the glove box and extracting a condom from the box inside. I don't generally use them, but I suppose I'll have to make an exception today. Audra isn't my client – yet. I don't know anything about her, and I don't care. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't; the beast would never allow it.
“Get out,” I tell her, opening my door and climbing from the vehicle with my pants still hanging open. I split the foil of the package and tuck the garbage into my pocket, sliding the red latex down my dick. I enjoy the slickness of Audra's saliva inside the condom, the warm press of liquid against my shaft. I don't wait for her to come to me, instead moving around the front of my car and grabbing her arm as she emerges.
“What are – ?” Audra begins as I spin her around and slam the front of her body against the warm hood. All around us, birds are waking up, singing love songs and filling the air with a gleeful cheer that refuses to penetrate my bubble of darkness. You're making a mistake, Lucas, my brain tells me. Unfortunately, I have no way to make a conscious decision as my dick is singing a whole other story. Fuck her till she's raw, Lucas Carter.
I shove Audra's tight little dress up her hips, pleased that she's not wearing any underwear. My cock splits her wet folds with a violent thrust, filling her hot cunt up before she can protest. A scream breaks from Audra's throat, echoing around the quiet woods along with the sound of slapping flesh. My balls pummel her ripe round ass while my fingers dig into the pale white skin of her hips. It's been so long since I gave into my own sinful pleasures that I find myself going wild, squeezing too hard, fucking too fast, crushing Audra's body against the black metal of the car. I fight to focus on her body, on the tightness of her cunt, how good it feels hugging the length of my shaft. If I don't stay zoned in on the moment, my mind starts to wander to other times and different places. There's a reason I'm cloaked in darkness; I don't want to relive the memory.