Page 174 of Feed Your Fiends

Gant

“Give me another one,” I rasp in Dove’s ear as she comes down from her high. Her eyes haven’t even rolled forward again to focus on me as I squeeze her waist as tight as her cunt that’s choking my dick. “Paint me again.”

“Hmm,” her head lulls forward onto my shoulder, her fingers that’d been gripping the headrest behind my head falling limp to her sides.

“Please.”

Her tits are so warm pressed against me, as is her soft belly. I push her back gently against the steering wheel to look at the mess she’s created between us. My lap’s soaked, and so is the leather seat beneath my thighs.

I want more. I want her to give me everything that she has.

“I can’t,” she rasps, her head lulling against the humming dash.

“Sip your drink.” I grab it from the cupholder and press it to her lips. “Swallow it.”

I grip her throat and squeeze it encouragingly until she finally relents.

“I can barely breathe,” she says between sips.

“Too hot?” I grin as she drains the can and tosses it as I crank up the a/c.

I’d never been able to touch the knobs on the console before. I’d never been able to sit in the driver’s seat with the ignition running. But I can with my little dove.

She’d been giving me immersion therapy since my discharge from the hospital yesterday. I’m determined to drive us to Beaulieu tomorrow, and I’m determined to make her gush again.

“Come on, baby. One more ride. One more gush. Soak me.”

I slap her ass, grip her waist, and force her to ride me as I fuck her like the little doll I always say she is, because I’m doing all the movements now until she comes alive again.

“Please. I’m so thirsty.”

“We could’ve shared the drink—”

“No. I want to sip from your pretty pussy. It’s not enough yet.” I reach between us and swirl her clit with my thumb. “I need you to water for me.”

Her lips part, and the second I see the tip of her pink little tongue, I know she’s going to give me what I so desperately crave.

I lick her lips as her limp limbs slowly tense. As she digs her tiptoes into the edges of my seat and begins to bounce her ass up and down my shaft. It’s like fucking magic, watching it disappear and reappear, but her pussy never lets go of my tip. It just kisses it before devouring it all over again. I watch my length grow stickier, whiter, the strings dripping to the base of my cock.

Her nipples tickle my lips as she leans closer, gripping the headrest again. Back and forth. Up and down. I time it, capturing a peak in mouth and sucking so hard she begins to tremble and lose her rhythm.

I smack her ass again, and again, until her skin’s red in the rearview mirror.

“Almost there, dove. I can feel it. I can feel you tensing before the release.”

With my thumbs, I open her slit wider, and watch her swollen clit that’s peaking out, desperate for attention. I lick my thumb and her hooded eyes watch as I bring it to her clit, swirling it, pinching it, flicking it and until finally I press on that little button.

“Give it to me.”

She seizes, yet uncontrollable tremors wrack her as she orgasms, raspy little breaths leaving her throat.

I dig into her hips, holding her flush against me as I shoot into her, painting her like she’d done to me. I wait, and wait for her greedy cunt to spit me back out, though I keep her pussy seal tight against me. When I see that ring of ethereal white, the evidence of us, something finally eases in my chest as she slumps against me again, little twitches spasming her muscles randomly.

When our breathing finally calms and syncs, she attempts to climb off of me, but I hold her tighter.

“I don’t want to leave yet. Let me stay inside you.”

“You’re still hard?” she says shakily.

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