Okay. So let me just say … fucking hell.
You ever have one of those fucks where you’re still feeling it in your legs the next day? Yeah. That.
So if you read my last post, you know I got wrecked by this older guy (43, gym-built, recently divorced, hung as fuck) after he saved me from getting crushed under a squat rack. First good looking older guy I’ve ever been with. First man who actually knew what the fuck he was doing. He made me cum like six times in one night and still had more in him.
Well.
Fast forward like a week.
I see him again. I’m in the gym, tiny shorts, crop top sticking to my tits from sweat, bent over doing RDLs right in front of the mirror, knowing damn well he’s behind me. I don’t even need to look I feel it. That stare? Heavy. Heat between my thighs instantly.
When I rack the bar, he comes up behind me, all calm and casual and says in that low voice, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
I laughed, but inside? Dripping.
Then he says:
“Give me your keys, finish up and meet me in your car. Front seat.”
No question. No hesitation. Just that.
I left my workout early and practically ran to my car. I climbed into the passenger seat, heart pounding, pussy pulsing. He was already there, leaned back, hard as a rock in his sweats.
He didn’t even say hi. Just grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me straight into his lap.
“You’re soaked already,” he muttered, his fingers pressing through my shorts, feeling the heat and wetness like he owned it. “Fucking knew you’d come running.”
I ground against his hand, panting, already on the edge just from his voice.
“You going raw again?” I whispered.
He just nodded. “You gonna stop me?”
I shook my head. “Didn’t last time.”
And I swear to god he pulled my shorts to the side and slid in so fast, I gasped loud enough that someone across the lot probably heard. No warm up, no prep, just his thick cock stretching me open in one hard, deep thrust. My back arched, my hands scrambled for something to grip.
He filled me completely. It hurt in the best way that sharp, perfect stretch that makes your eyes roll back. And he didn’t give me time to adjust. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me, hard and upward, slamming into me from below like he was trying to split me in half.
My head fell back, mouth open, breath gone.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he groaned, slamming into me over and over. “Like your pussy missed me.”
It did.
It fucking did.
I was bouncing on him like a ragdoll, tits spilling out of my top, moaning so loud it echoed in the car. My thighs were shaking, sweat dripping down my back, and my clit grinding on his base every time I dropped down.
I came so hard I screamed. Like full-body, lights-out, twitching kind of orgasm. My walls clenched around him and I felt him stutter, grab my hips tighter, groan into my neck like he was about to lose it.
But he didn’t stop.
“Not done,” he said, voice deep and dark. “Not even close.”
He flipped me over fast, pushed the seat all the way back, and shoved me face-down across the center console, ass in the air, legs shaking. Then he yanked my shorts completely off and pushed back in, raw, already dripping from the first round.
He fucked me like a man possessed. Hands on my waist, pulling me back into every single thrust. The sound of skin slapping filled the car that wet, filthy rhythm of someone getting absolutely wrecked.
I was drooling into the seat, eyes rolled back, begging him not to stop. He gripped my hair, pulled me up so my back arched, and whispered in my ear:
“You want my cum inside you again?”
I nodded like a slut. “Yes. Please. Fuck… fill me.”
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
And that was it.
He slammed in deep and held it, thick cock throbbing inside me as I felt his cum flood me hot, heavy, so much of it. I swear I felt it leaking out before he pulled out.
But it didn’t end there.
He kissed down my spine, pulled me into the back seat, and ate me out like he was starving. Licked his own cum out of me, tongue fucking me until I came again, legs trembling so bad I could barely speak.
Then?
He got hard again.
No words. Just flipped me on my back, spread my legs, slid back in, and went slow this time. Deep, slow, grinding kind of strokes. His eyes were locked on mine.
We fucked until it got dark. Until we were drenched in sweat, the windows fogged, and my pussy was so sore I couldn’t walk right the next day.
When he finally pulled out for the last time, I was a mess. Cum dripping down my thighs, hair wild, body shaking.
He pulled my shorts back on for me, kissed my shoulder, and whispered, “Next time, bring a towel.”
I still can’t listen to the sound of a car seat creaking without getting turned on.
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