car

I was still lost in my thoughts when Brad returned to the room, holding a set of car keys.

"Come on, let's go for a ride," he said, grinning mischievously.

I followed him out to his car, a sleek black sports car that looked like it belonged in a James Bond movie. I climbed into the passenger seat, feeling a thrill of excitement as he revved the engine.

The wind whipped through my hair as we drove down the highway, and I felt alive with the rush of adrenaline. Brad kept glancing over at me, and I knew that he was thinking about what had just happened in the bedroom.

"Do you want to do it again?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

I nodded eagerly, feeling a warmth spreading through my body at the thought of giving him road head. I reached over and unbuckled his belt, feeling his hard cock spring free.

I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and then taking him deep into my throat. I felt him moan, and I knew that he was enjoying the sensation.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned.

I continued to suck him off as he drove, feeling the car lurching as he tried to concentrate on the road. I loved the way he tasted and the way he smelled, and I could feel myself getting wet just from giving him pleasure.

"Stop, stop," he said suddenly, pulling the car over to the side of the road.

I looked up at him, confused, but then I saw that he was unzipping his pants.

"Get in the backseat," he said, his voice rough with desire.

I climbed into the backseat eagerly, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of being completely at his mercy. He crawled in after me, and then he pounced, pinning me down on the leather seats.

He kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he ground his hips against mine. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, and I knew that I wanted him inside of me.

He pulled back, his eyes glittering with lust.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked.

I shook my head, feeling a pang of disappointment.

"Fuck it," he said, ripping open the glove compartment and pulling out a pack of wet wipes.

He tore open a packet, and then he leaned over me, his hands fumbling with his cock. I watched, mesmerized, as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on mine.

"Please," I whispered, feeling my body trembling with need.

He leaned down and kissed me again, and then he plunged inside of me. I gasped, feeling him stretching me as he buried himself deep inside.

"Oh, god," I moaned, feeling my pleasure building with each thrust.

He pounded into me relentlessly, his hips slamming against mine as he took me harder and faster. I could feel my body spiraling out of control, and I knew that I was close to coming again.

"Fuck, yes, yes," I screamed, feeling my orgasm cresting over me.

He followed soon after, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came inside of me.

We lay there, panting and sweating, until we heard a car honking behind us. We quickly straightened ourselves up and got back into the front seats, feeling a sense of wild exhilaration.

"That was insane," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.

We drove back to my house in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. As we pulled up to my driveway, he turned to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.