Back to his place

Josh rushes out of the club, whether excited to fuck my brains out or scared I might change my mind – but either way the two of us run the block or two away to where his car is. The keys are barely in the ignition before my hands start working at Josh’s belt.

By the time the car is leaving the parking lot, I have already freed his manhood – a 7 inch tanned beast, already standing tall and looking to be used. Without thinking, I start kissing it, wanting as much of it to touch my body as possible.

I push my skirt up and move to sit on Josh’s lap, but his strong arm pushes me away, “Girl, I gotta drive, this ain’t no movie. We can fuck when we get to my place. Put your damn seat belt on. Fuck.”

My body is still on fire, and his wonderful dick is just staring at me, mocking me, just out of my reach. I put my seat belt on as I instructed, adding more barriers from getting the release my body is craving. But my eyes never leave his dick. I reach out to hold it, testing the waters on what Josh will allow, not knowing how far from his place we are, and not wanting to let a boner go to waste.

My fingers tease at the base, before tracing the length of it, circling the tip. Back down, and then up. One finger tracing, then two. Then the hand, moving slowly on his hard, but dry cock. A dry cock, slowing down what needs to happens.

I lean over, and kiss the tip, keeping my hand on the base. I feel Josh move, about to push me away again, but instead he moves his arm out of the way and rests it on my back, pushing me closer to him. Needing no more permission, I let my tongue explore its prize; slowly, teasingly, circling the tip, letting my spit build up and coat his cock. A few kisses and licks later, I open my lips and press it inside.

My hand and head move in sequence, up and down, my spit making everything easier. Up and down, each time trying to take a bit more of him into me. Up and down, my tongue lashing out and rubbing anything it contacts.

Once I have what feels like half of his cock in me, I move my hand to his balls, massaging them and giving all of his cock for my mouth.

As I build up more speed, I start to feel Josh twitching beneath me. His hand moves from my back to the back of my head, urging me deeper. I start to fill his dick pushing up to meet me, his hand pushing down to ensure I meet all of him. A few thrusts later and I realize that I am no longer moving myself, Josh, with a fist full of my hair, is moving me up and down his shaft, it pressing against my throat each time.

“Fuck girl, you have a great mouth. One of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten.”

His encouragement and compliment gives me a new spurt of energy as I push myself deeper onto his dick, pushing it deep into my throat – forcing me to pull off to cough.

“Damn girl, you don’t have to kill yourself.”

But I want to, I need to. I barely catch my breath before I impact my throat again. Three thrust this time before I have to stop and cough. I move both hands to his dick, pumping it up and down as I catch my breath.

“Damn, I’m about to blow.”

My head returns to his dick, and it is only a single thrust before his hand pushes me down, his dick pressing against my throat, and he releases his load into me. I swallow every drop, feeling the waves of jizz shoot out of him.

His body relaxes, as I clean up his dick, my body still on fire and knowing that I need to get him ready to go again.