Page 66 of Not Falling for the Forward
“Open,” he grinds out between his teeth, as if he is holding himself back from simply doing it himself. His gaze meets mine, sapphire blue eyes ablaze with lust. Only when I have his full attention do I slowly let my knees fall open.
I know as soon as he sees the dark patch of the wetness I can feel when his breath hitches. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he gulps.
Hooded dark eyes meet mine again, “Dirty little slut coming to meet me with nothing on. Expecting me to fuck you.”
“Maybe I just forgot.”
“I can see how wet that perfect little cunt is through your pants, Emily. I felt you rub that pussy up against me when I first got off the bus. So don’t try and be a brat, you’ve been all but begging for my dick to be inside you from the second you saw me today.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Greedy girl, aren’t you.”
“Starved.”
He growls at my admission and pulls away fully. His hands going to the top of his joggers and pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He palms himself pumping up and down, once, twice. I bite my lip at the sight.
“You think you deserve this? Coming to meet me with false pretences? Pretending you just wanted to pick me up but you were actually expecting to get fucked?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” I whimper as I reach out to touch him.
He stops my hand, with his free one. “Take your fucking pants off and take it then.”
I have never removed a pair of pants quicker in my life.
I climb over onto the driver’s side as Jack pulls the seat further back to make enough room for both of us. He positions me so I am sitting on his knee, facing away from him. His dick is rubbing between my ass cheeks as he pumps a few times. “I can’t fucking wait to fuck this perfect arse, it’s been taunting me since the first time I saw you.” I whimper at the thought, of having him there. “Have you done that before, Emily? Let someone fuck you here?” he says as he slaps a cheek and rubs out the small hurt.
“Yes,” I say on an out breath. “But never someone…” My groan cuts me off as his hands wind around my front and he grips my breasts firmly.
“Never someone who what?”
I can’t think a coherent sentence, let alone say one. His hands, the rocking of his hips are driving me wild. “As big,” I manage.
“As big as me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take my time; we’ll make it fit. When I get you home. Right now, I want that fucking pussy that you have got nice and wet for me.” His fingers finally find my clit and I cry out. As soon as he circles that tight bundle there, I am on fire. I push my ass further into his lap, grinding myself on his hand, which in turn has me grinding against his dick making him groan, “Fuck. Em.”
“More,” I say as I move further back onto his lap.
“Lift up for me,” he says and I do, for just enough time for him to roll on the condom I didn’t notice he had been hiding.
Strong hands grip my hips and move me back over him. I feel the thick head of him at my entrance for only a second before he pullsme quickly down. He fills me from root to tip on one stroke and we both cry out. I still, letting my body adjust to the aching stretch of him inside me, and then I start to move.
I circle my hips slowly, bringing another groan of my name out of him. It sounds like a plea. For me to give him what he needs. What we both need.
In this limited space, I am completely in control of when and how I move. I circle my hips again, I feel every inch of him inside me, and moan at the friction. Jack reaches his hand around my front again and starts to circle my clit with his fingers keeping time with my hips. The new pressure makes me move faster, working with both points of glorious friction. I feel my orgasm start to build. Sweat starts to pool on the back of my neck, under my hair, as the tension builds inside me. “Good girl, use my dick and make yourself come,” Jack whispers in my ear, his breath cooling the sweat there and causing goose flesh to rise.
I increase my speed chasing my release and scream his name when it finds me.
I tease out my orgasm for as long as I can, slowly moving my hips and holding Jack’s hand in place as the aftershocks crest through me. “Good girl. You feel so good squeezing my cock when you come on me like that,” he praises me as I come down from my high.
I pant heavily in his arms, relaxing against his chest. “Fuck,” I say.
“Hmmmm,” he grumbles deep in his throat as gentle kisses land along my shoulders, up my neck, anywhere he can reach. He holds me for a minute, whilst I catch my breath, his hands exploring my breasts and nipples. Teasing and keeping me on an edge I want to ride again. “Em,” he says as he grinds his hips up into me.
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
