With a grunt, he pushed the rest of his big cock inside of me, all the way until I could feel him right against my mound. Gasping, I looked up at him, my eyes full of need and lust. "Fuck me, Mr. Weaver."
He growled as he pulled back, his hands holding me by the backs of my knees and spreading my legs wide. This time when he pushed back in, I moaned in pure pleasure, feeling every inch of him filling me up to the brim. We started to rock like that, our groans mixing together as his big, thick cock slid wetly in and out of my tight little pussy. Our breathing turned the inside of the car hot and heavy, making both us sheen with sweat as he held me tightly and plunged in and out me.
He slipped one of my knees up over his shoulder, freeing his hand and allowing him bring it down to where we joined. He began to tease my aching clit there, making me shudder and moan for him as he fucked me for the first time with his thick cock.
God, I could only imagine what would happen if my parents had come out to find their forty year old neighbor from down the street fucking their eighteen year old daughter in his car outside their house. The though of being so close to being caught had me moaning and writhing on Mr. Weaver's shaft as I felt myself begin to tense up and slide towards the edge.
“Oh my God! I think you're gonna make me come Mr. Weaver! You're gonna make me come on your big, thick cock!”
He groaned, his piercing eyes holding my own gaze as he rocked into me again and again as his thumb on my clit drove me wild. "Fuck- me too honey!" He growled out, his jaw tense.
I thought of watching his cum fly out of cock when I'd watched him before with my panties and just how unbelievably hot it'd been. But then, another much naughtier thought hit me, and as I felt my whole body begin to tense up and tumble off that cliff, I held him tightly and gasped into the sweaty heat of the car. "Do it inside of me!"
“Fuck,” he swore. “Baby, I’m not wearing one.”
And I definitely wasn't on the pill, but the thought of him filling my tight little pussy up with all of that thick white cum had my whole body on fire as I felt myself start to fall. “I want you to! Please, come inside my tight little college girl pussy, Mr. Weaver! Fill me up with your cum!"
He roared as he slid his big dick as deep as possible inside of me, and I suddenly gasped as I felt him throb deep inside of me. I let out a wailing, high-pitched moan as I came, my whole world shattering around me as I felt the first hot spurts of his cum squirt deep inside my fertile young body. He growled as he kept pumping me, his thumb rolling my clit around as I came for him as squirt after squirt of his cum filled my pussy up the brim.
With a gasp, we came to a stop, his cock twitching one last time inside of me. Slowly, as my brain came back down from whatever planet I'd just gone to, I could feel myself start to grin. I looked up into his eyes, seeing him smiling right back at me with those perfect blue eyes and those incredible lips.
Suddenly, a light went on in the bathroom upstairs in my house. "Oh, shit!” I leaned up and kissed him. “I need to get back inside!” He nodded slowly, his eyes burning right into mine, and I moaned a little as I felt him slowly ease his big cock out of pussy. I could feel his cum and my juices begin to trickle out of me, and I giggled at the sensation.
I started to open the door, but he reached over and grabbed my arm. I moaned as he kissed me roughly, his lips bruising mine and his hand holding my jaw. Slowly, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “When are you going back to school?”
“Tomorrow morning,” I said quietly.
Tyler nodded, his eyes still fiery and blazing into mine. “I need to see you again.”
I could feel a shiver run down my back as the thrill of his words hit me, and suddenly I was nodding as I felt my heart climb into my throat. “I want to see you again too,” I said, nodding my head slowly.
“In Boston,” he growled. “I’ll come see you, or something.”
“I think I’d like that,” I said quietly.
“You should get inside.”
I nodded, biting my lip and giving him one last look. "Thank you, Mr. Weaver,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss him quickly before slipping out the door..
“Hang on Christina,” I turned back to see him grinning at me with a kind of hunger out the passenger window, my panties in his hand.
"Oh, no, I told you to keep those, Mr. Weaver" I blew a kiss at him, feeling a shiver run down my spine. ”Our little secret" I whispered, before turning and heading up my driveway.