Page 45 of Lonely
Anna sucked me off in the car on the drive to my place.
She was insatiable and found every opportunity to whip out my cock. I was always surprised it got hard so easily. She clicked her fingers, and it jumped to attention.
Drops of rain pummeled the windshield like darts. The wipers worked overtime, swishing back and forth.
Anna moaned as I tangled my fingers in her damp strands.
I twisted tight and inhaled the smell of rain and vanilla. The air was charged with anticipation.
Tonight was the night she finally made true on her promise. I had waited a long time for this.
Her head bobbed eagerly up and down in my hand. She hollowed her cheeks and jacked the shaft. I downshifted as we approached a set of traffic lights. We were almost at my place. Anticipation had me thrumming my thumb on the steering wheel as I glanced in the rearview mirror.
A Honda, filled with young college men, stopped beside us. The music blasting from the open windows vibrated the air, and I looked over to see the young boys hollering and pointing to my car. Anna moaned again, slurping on my cock like it was an ice lolly on a hot summer’s day.
It felt good. Too damn good.
The lights turned green, and I stepped on the gas. Two turns later, we pulled up outside my house.
Before I could tell Anna we’d arrived, she climbed onto my lap and rubbed her pink thong over my engorged cock.
“I love how hard you get for me, Doctor.”
Her panting steamed up the windows while she bit her lip and watched me like I was her favourite meal.
She clearly couldn’t wait to devour me whole, but out here in the open wasn’t the best place.
The nosy neighbor next door, an elderly lady who had recently undergone a hip replacement, was probably peeking through the curtains.
And she would phone Mother if she saw Anna dry-humping me in the car.
I would rather not deal with that witch tonight. I had my hands full with this Jezebel and her insatiable sexual deviances.
She bit my lip and pulled it away from my teeth, then made a sound between a giggle and a moan. “We should role-play.”
“Role-play?” I turned my face away.
The curtain twitched.
“I’m a hooker you picked up on a street corner and you don’t know me.” She pulled down her dress and rubbed her tits in my face, smiling like she was having the most fun of her life.
“You filthy, filthy man. You wanna lick them? Fuck them?”
“That bra looks like it’s two sizes too small,” I said, my voice muffled in her cleavage.
“It’s a half-cup bra, baby. You like?”
She rubbed one of her hard, pebbled nipples over my lips like she expected me to suck it out here in the steamed-up car. I placed my hands on her hips and threw her off, none too gently, before exiting the vehicle.
“Baby,” she called out, but I didn’t stop.
I zipped up my pants and walked up the driveway to my house while muttering obscenities. The porch light came on, and I unlocked the front door.
Anna’s heels splashed in a puddle as she hurried after me, holding her jacket over her head to protect her mussed-up hair.
I glanced behind me as I switched on the hallway light.
Anna slipped inside and threw her jacket on the floor, right there by the console table, and I felt my eye twitch as she swayed her seductive hips into the kitchen.
