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"Luc, get out of the car," I hear him order the aforementioned.
When he obeys, Gérard makes me sit on his lap, accelerating my breathing with this action.
Both of us stare at each other intensely, and I place my hands on either side of his face, while he places his on my waist.
"Kiss me," he requests, lowering his gaze to my mouth.
And just as I'm about to lean in to do so, Gérard grabs my neck and pulls me roughly, smashing our lips together in a wild manner.
His tongue explores my mouth, then he sucks on my lips and bites them so hard that it leaves them slightly injured. I don't complain; instead, I also nibble on his lower lip, drawing out a few drops of blood that I lick.
In a matter of seconds, the temperature inside the car has risen, and the heat between our bodies has intensified. I feel him through the fabric of my panties, and his hands grip my buttocks under the fabric of my dress.
"Undo my zipper," he whispers desperately, urging me to remove his pants' fastening.
Doing as he asks, I unzip it, revealing his underwear, beneath which his erect member is clearly visible.
Soon, Gérard pulls his penis out of his boxers, and my lower region becomes wet as I watch him masturbate. Next, he lifts my dress to my waist and moves my panties aside, making me lift myself slightly as he positions his penis at my entrance.
I slowly lower myself onto his erection, feeling like I'm in another dimension when he suddenly thrusts me down onto his enormous shaft, leaving me full and breathless.
He doesn't even give me a chance to recover because soon Gérard starts with powerful thrusts that force me to hold onto the back of the seat.
I do everything I can to suppress the moans that escape my mouth, but inevitably several slip out, and it's only when Gérard kisses my lips that he manages to capture them, preventing them from reaching the outside.
I'm so immersed in pleasure that I hardly care that we're in a public place, and people outside might notice what we're doing inside.
Gérard makes me lose my mind every time he penetrates me. I stop caring about anything else and think of nothing but the two of us.
I love the way his hands grip my waist, the way his veins stand out, and the tiny beads of sweat that cover his face due to the intensity of his thrusts.
The car windows fog up. All that can be heard are our heavy breaths and the sound of our bodies colliding. And even though my area is incredibly sensitive because, technically, we haven't stopped since yesterday, I wouldn't want it any other way.
When I take control and start moving on his member, he buries his face in my neck to start kissing it. Soon, I begin to feel the burning sensation from the hickeys he's leaving, but I don't have the strength to push him away.
"One day," I hear him murmur in a hoarse voice, as he takes me by the hips to increase the speed of my movements.
I do nothing but nod, as I soon reach a delicious orgasm that makes me writhe with waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving my legs trembling from the thrusts of the remarkable man beneath me who continues to provide pleasure until he also releases inside me with a deep sigh.
I collapse onto him, trying to calm my breathing. I'm sweaty, and my face feels like it's on fire. It was quick and incredibly intense.
"Did I leave you speechless, my love?" I hear him say, making me laugh.
"Speechless and breathless," I reply, stealing a lingering farewell kiss that I prolong as much as I can until we're forced to separate due to the lack of air.
"I want you back the day after tomorrow," he lets me know, kissing me again with fervor.
"I already told you I will," I answer, slowly sliding off his member, which releases a few drops of semen.
Due to that, Gérard removes his black shirt, baring his toned torso, and uses it to clean my femininity before adjusting my dress, sending shivers down my spine as the fabric grazes my clitoris.
When I'm finally ready to leave, I don't hesitate to kiss him one last time before we part due to the need for air.
We smile as our foreheads touch, but the moment comes when I have to go. I grab my bag and approach to open the car door, receiving a playful slap on the rear just before stepping out.
I look at him, shaking my head at his bad habit, but instead he smiles, biting his lower lip, a gesture that makes him look incredibly sexy.
"Goodbye," I say as I step outside before closing the car door.
"Let me know when you arrive," he says, and after nodding, I close the van's door before walking towards the plane.
"Have a good flight, miss," Luc says.
I thank him in a soft voice, as once the heat and desire have subsided, a reality check hits me, and embarrassment washes over me.
However, I start laughing as I climb the steps of the jet and when I glance back at the van, I notice Gérard has lowered the window to watch me, immediately giving me a conspiratorial smile.
He makes me do some crazy things...
But, as dirty as it may sound, I hope the habit of having sex in the most inappropriate places with my man doesn't die out.
I wave a final goodbye and finally board the plane, being welcomed by a flight attendant. The door closes, and I take a seat on Gérard's luxurious jet.
For most of the journey, I mentally prepare the excuse I'll give everyone, just hoping that my mother will believe it.
I hope it works.