Chapter 51 Feed Him to Full
While driving and resisting Jennifer's temptation, Francis relied on incredible willpower to get the car out of the parking lot. For safety, he should have called a driver, but he didn't want anyone else to see Jennifer in this state.
However, under the influence of the drug, Jennifer couldn't appreciate his efforts. Unsoothed, her actions grew bolder—her shoulder strap slipped off completely, exposing most of her chest, with her flushed, erect nipples standing out. She called Francis's name while letting out pitiful moans and gasps.
The confined space of the car was filled with the scent of desire. Francis, a young and vigorous man, couldn't help but breathe heavily seeing the woman he liked acting this way beside him. He wanted to drive home quickly, but Jennifer's restless hands kept reaching over, and he didn't dare speed up.
Even worse, as they passed an intersection, he heard the sound of her seatbelt unbuckling. Jennifer let out a delighted squeal and threw half her body toward him. The steering wheel jerked, and the car nearly hit the nearby railing!
In that critical moment, Francis held Jennifer tightly against him with one hand, controlled the steering wheel with the other, and managed to pull into the nearest parking area.
As he parked, Jennifer was still squirming in his arms. Her small hands had already tugged his neatly tucked shirt out, pressing against his firm, toned abs. Her pink tongue darted around his collar and chin, leaving ambiguous wet marks on his shirt.
Francis took a deep breath, grabbed her face, and looked into her hazy eyes. "Jennifer, don't blame me if you regret this when you wake up."
Like a spoiled child, Jennifer opened her mouth to lick his fingers, giggling as she said, "Francis, I want you."
She wiggled her hips and straddled his lap, and Francis felt a reaction down below. He reclined the seat, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her passionately.
Finally getting a response, Jennifer let out a satisfied sigh. The kiss was full of raw heat. His large hands slid down, pinching her erect nipples, rubbing circles with varying pressure.
Jennifer tilted her head back, enjoying his touch. Her skirt was hiked up, and through her soaked panties, she rubbed against his lower body, easing her inner restlessness.
He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, one hand slipping under her skirt. "I wish you could see how wild you look right now."
Jennifer didn't reply, only letting out moans. She struggled to tug at his shirt, pressing herself against his skin, instinctively feeling it might relieve her itch. Her pussy was slick, wetting his fingers as he teased and rubbed without entering. Frustrated, she clamped his hand between her thighs, stammering, "More." With a slight push, he slid in—one finger, then two.
Jennifer started to feel a slight ache and bit his shoulder in frustration. He chuckled and began to thrust and stretch slowly.
Under the drug's effect, Jennifer soon climaxed under his touch. Francis raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. He grabbed a few tissues to wipe his hand, which was covered in her fluids, then leisurely pulled a condom from the glove compartment. "I haven't even started yet."
Having been satisfied once, Jennifer regained a bit of clarity. Her eyes cleared up just as she saw Francis, half-naked, putting on the condom. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Francis's hot cock thrust her.
Her post-climax sensitivity made her inner walls tremble, trying to push out his cock. "Stop, stop!" she cried.
But Francis showed no mercy, instead taking it as a welcome, thrusting harder and faster. Their bodies slapped together with sharp sounds as they connected and parted.
"Jennifer, I satisfied you. Now it's your turn to satisfy me," Francis whispered in her ear, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Jennifer vaguely remembered what she'd done earlier, feeling both ashamed and angry, wanting to curl up. She had initiated this, sure, but only because she'd been drugged—it wasn't intentional!
Yet Francis's movements left her no time to think. Waves of pleasure hit her like a tide, and she couldn't resist, only clinging to him tightly, leaving scratch marks on his back. She'd expected to sleep with him eventually, but never imagined their first time would be in a car outdoors. It was way too thrilling. Though the windows were tinted and no one could see in, she could see cars on the nearby road and even occasional passersby, adding an indescribable sense of shame.
Noticing her tension, Francis rubbed her flushed earlobe and said, "Don't worry, the car's soundproof. They can't hear us." He teased her tightly shut lips. "Open up and let me hear you. I like it." His tone was so casual, as if he weren't flirting at all.
Jennifer glared at him. "You're shameless!" But as she opened her mouth, he slipped his fingers inside, speeding up his thrusts below. Broken moans spilled from her lips, and as she tried to push his teasing fingers out with her tongue, it only made things look even more provocative. He was delighted by her cute reaction and couldn't get enough of her unusually sensitive and eager body, taking her again and again.
By the third round, Jennifer was so exhausted she didn't even have the strength to bite him, completely at his mercy. Her throat was hoarse, and even at her peak, she could only make faint gasps. Only then did Francis let her go, taking her home.
On the way, Jennifer dozed off in a daze. She woke up when Francis carried her into the elevator. Realizing they weren't in the car anymore, she buried her face in his chest out of embarrassment.
Their clothes were a mess, and if anyone passed by, they might smell the suspicious scent on them. Luckily, it was late at night, and the apartment building was quiet, leaving just the two of them in the elevator. Francis chuckled, rubbing her head with his chin, his tone indulgent. "Awake? Then let's get home, take a shower, and keep going."
Jennifer looked up at him in shock, muttering after a moment, "Are you a machine or something?" Who was the one drugged here? After Francis's earlier antics in the car, the drug's effect had completely worn off, and now she just felt sore all over.
He leaned down, nuzzling her ear. "You were so into it in the car. I thought you liked it."