Chapter 100 Vignette 89 B
She leaned in, staring at him from a distance that felt too close.
He forced himself to keep his eyes fixed on the road.
But then…
She laughed.
Low at first, the laugh growing louder.
His knuckles gripped the steering wheel tighter, as if trying to stop himself from exploding.
“Were you trying to threaten me?” She asked, laughing uncontrollably.
He kept on driving.
“What did you think? That I would feel scared and flinch, then start pleading with you to forgive me and not hurt me?”
She laughed harder, her alcoholic breath hitting him like a slap on the face.
He tilted his head and took a glance at her, then turned back to the road, trying not to lose it.
“Come on, say something." She said, still laughing.
He didn't answer her.
But then she stopped giggling. And without thinking for a second time, she leaned in and pulled the car key out of the ignition.
The car halted abruptly.
Silence.
Then her voice broke it… low and daring. “I want to see the worst you can do…to me.” She dared, staring fearlessly into his eyes.
He looked at her, then back at the road, face expressionless.
He sighed and his head fell back on the head rest.
“You're really out of your senses.” His deep, yet calm voice was meant to make him seem dangerous.
But she pushed further.
“You said you would do something you can't take back. Now I want to see what you can do." She said, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Show me you're a man,"
He didn't respond. Just felt his cock getting harder.
He whispered back, “you're asking for something you can't take when I give it,”
"Really?”
Her hand dropped to his thighs, rubbing softly, dragging to his upper thigh. “I want to see what I can't take,” she whispered,
Her lips were just around his mouth. Hovering. Brushing.
He didn't move. Just felt her hand trespassing where it shouldn't.
He tried to restrain himself. Didn't want to mess with a stranger.
Not in his car. Not in the middle of nowhere.
But her breath, her cologne. The way she dared him innocently. Because she didn't really know the implications of her dares.
She was becoming irresistible.
Her open cleavage was just in front of him, breathing as she talked, oscillating as her heart pounded.
His gaze dropped to it. He couldn't ignore it anymore. Couldn't ignore the two soft round boobs hiding beneath her party dress.
His eyes shifted to her face again.
Without any warning, he pushed her head into him, her lips pressing on his lips.
He kissed her with his full lips, his mouth flushing inside hers.
She didn't kiss back. Just stayed still. Like she was surprised. Like she didn't expect it.
But he didn't care. She had long crossed a line she wasn't supposed to.
He had tried to control himself but she kept on pushing past boundaries.
He kissed her harder, deeper. Lips going deep inside her mouth.
She tried to kiss back but his pace overwhelmed hers.
Then the next thing she felt was his hand inside her dress, squeezing her boobs.
She never expected him to go that far.
She gasped, trying to break the kiss. Trying to push herself away.
But he held on firmly, lips tight on hers, his hands still squeezing her boobs
“Please stop,” she begged.
But he didn't listen. Only went harder, his cock growing harder too.
Tighter, rising like it was going to burst free from his trousers.
He grabbed one of her hands and placed it between his thighs. On his cock.
She gasped again.
Didn't think he would be as huge as that.
He smirked silently and tightened the kiss, sucking her lips like he needed it to help him get to climax.
He squeezed her boobs tighter, pressed her nipples tight with his thumb and pointer.
She felt it. The pain.
She shouted, begging him to stop.
He listened this time. Only because he wanted to bring out his cock.
He started with loosening the upper buttons of his shirt. Then he took his hand down to his waist, loosening his belt and undoing the zipper.
Her heart thudded in her ears as she watched his movements, lips locked to say anything.
He took out his cock.
She gasped.
Length, size, veins. Everything scared her.
She knew it wouldn't fit in her tight hole.
Her breath hitched.
“Come on, sit on it,” he said urgently, his cock standing between his thighs.
She hesitated, “No. Please, don't do this," she begged.
"I didn't want to. You brought me to this point. You have to do something about it.”
"I can't do anything. It's just as simple as sticking your cock back inside your trousers and we can continue our ride to my home. You drop me off and we will never see each other again.”
“Okay, I guess I'll just continue squeezing your boobs. And I won't stop until it produces milk." He said, leaning into her chair. Towards her.
“Okay. Okay!" She placated,
He leaned back.
Silence.
"My cock hates it when you keep it waiting,"
She hesitated. Then breathed and lifted herself from the passengers seat, her heart thudding in her ears, a tight contrast to the quiet of the street.
She transferred to his own chair, putting her legs on either side of the chair, her pussy just above his cock.
He placed his hand on her waist, rubbing and feeling her soft skin.
She gasped softly. Then shifted her panties to one side, lowering herself on him.
The tip of his cock touched her pussy lips first. Then she continued to sit until it entered inside her pussy.
She kept going down, his cock going deeper. Until her ass was resting on his lap, cock deep inside her.
She gasped and started riding his cock.
“This feels so good,” she said, licking her lips.
He groaned softly, “your pussy is so tight and fucking wet. I thought you didn't get turned on after all the kisses." He said, gasping, while she rode on him, grinding her pussy with his cock.
The sound of sex…wet and slimy…echoed in the car, ass slapping against thighs, cock deep inside her pussy.
The road was lonely and quiet. Just the sound of soft moans filling the car, sweat colliding against each other.