A Gleam in His Eye

She was pulled to a stop by his fist in her hair. The momentum that carried her forward sent a sharp pain down her spine that shifted into a chill which then rolled heat between her legs. Her feet stopped moving as he pressed himself against her back, tilted her face to the night sky. Had her eyes not drifted closed at the nearness of him, at the promise of wicked things to come, she would have noticed the twinkle in the night sky that matched the one gleaming in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He gave her locks a quick shake as of to coax the very word from her lips.

Nothing... Yet.” Her voice was already breathless and he pulled her hip against his groin.

“Yeah? What About me?” She moaned as he reached around to the front to cup her sex.

“I don't know, but you had better decide before I leave.” The hot breath against her neck made her bite her lip, the pressure being put on her clit causing her to suck in a breath. He let go with enough force to make her stumble forward a few steps. She flipped her hair as she cocked her head in his direction. She watched him pull his cock free of its restraint.

“Get down here.” He said pointing to the floor at his feet. As she closed the distance, his hand found her tresses once again and he shoved her to her knees. She licked her lips as his large member was being stroked before her very hungry eyes. Her tongue rolled from her mouth to meet the head of his cock, her jaw and throat relaxing as he wasted no time shoving deep inside her hot, greedy lips.

He was big enough to make her gag and when she could feel her throat restricting, protesting, she pressed her palms to his strong thighs and pulled away for air, a thin string of spit dangling between the tip and her lips. She only needed one breath before following that little trail back to what she now hungered for. As his hips surged forward there was no stopping the small slurping and sucking sounds only a dick could make as it pounded in and out, deeper and deeper down her throat.

“You like my cock don't you?” She tried to say yes but damn if his huge cock wasn't making it difficult. Her tiny fingers curled around his cock as she pressed the head of it against the flat of her tongue. Shaking her head back and forth against the sensitive tip she had a moment to look up, to see the man that made her weak with so much desire it could drive her to madness. Deeper, she wanted him as deep as he could go and with another sharp intake of air she took him all the way. His dick teased that fine line of choking and gagging, her nose pressed against the flesh of his belly. Then and only then did she shake her head back and forth. It made his hips surge forward, quick, deep. He fucked her mouth until she could take no more.

“Please...” she begged.

“Please what? You want me to fuck you?” She nodded with his cock still in her mouth and he pulled her hair until it fell from her lips. “Hood of the car…” was all he said and she was up, the destination of where they had been about to go long forgotten. Her hands were shaking as she reached to undo her own tight jeans. She pushed them down to her knees and that's when he chose to kick her feet apart. When had she started moaning so much? He wasn't even inside her; had hardly touched her yet here she was, her pussy wet with need.

“Hurry, god hurry...” One strong, hard working hand forced her breasts against the hood of the car, the other guiding himself to the puckered entrance of her ass. “Fuck!” As the head broke past her barrier she hissed, “Slow, slow…” and the tremble ran through her body as he pushed deeper. It was hard to go slow, she could feel his need as he pushed a little deeper, a little faster and she quit telling him to go slow as the night air kissed her exposed skin; a complete contrast to the heat between her cheeks that was threatening to push her into oblivion.

Fingers dug into her hips; her own skillfully pinching, rolling, stroking at her clit. The more she relaxed, opened, the faster and deeper he went. His name rolled of her tongue like it was the only place such a name belonged. Every cry was a gift to the watching night. Harder and harder... Dear, sweet fucking god she was close and she confessed as much. His hips bucked and rolled, caused her to cry out wordlessly in a crazed sort of bliss. It was only when his hand pulled back to leave a thunderous crack against her ass did she cum.

“What am I doing?” his voice brought her back from her high, if only for a minute

“Fucking my ass! Oh god!” It was a long moan as he hammered into her. She was lost to it then, pinned against the car.

“Who’s ass is this?” He questioned, and she answered obediently, ‘Yours!’

His arm snaked up under her shirt, seeking the soft flesh of her breast. The tips of his fingers pinching and holding her budded nipple in a vice like grip. Again she came, the pleasure of the pain too much to contain within. Again his name was screamed to the heavens as he took his pleasure from the tight flesh of her ass.

“Oh fuck! Please!” There was that word again, please. The word was a desperate cry to feel more than just his flesh but his seed as well.

“Please, what?” A husky growl from deep in his chest sent shivers down her spine.

“Fill my ass!” And just like that, he was impossibly deeper, harder and faster. She lost her breath, couldn't move as his grip on her hips pulled her against his throbbing cock. In and out he pounded until with one violent thrust he did spill his semen inside her. His roar had her crying out with absolute abandon as she felt the hot liquid flow into her. With a couple of shallow thrusts, he gently pulled himself from her. They both trembled from the loss. Heartbeats passed before she could lift her head from the ice cold metal o the car. He had just fastened his jeans when she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Fix yourself. We're late.” As he walked to the driver’s side, she righted herself and on shaking legs, joining him in the car.