Chapter 20 (Not So) Good Samaritan (2)
Elaine bit her lower lip as she fought the aching, sweet feeling enveloping her. Her good samaritan was doing dirty things to her, things she hated but her body needed. How long would she continue to wade off his body?
He pulled up the rest of her gown which settled above her succulent roes. Groaning, he took one hungry tiny nip into his mouth. He heard a gasp which was followed by a moan from her.
By God, she was wet for him - slippery, tasty, and wet. The sweet, budding scent of her femininity was everything he prided on. Why was she fighting him off when her body ached for him?
He snugged two fingers into her clenched hole. Slowly at first, he shoved in and out, intensifying the thrusts until she was moaning loudly.
Elaine's head jerked from side to side, purely eluded by the sensations shooting through her body. Her pelvic region was betraying her, bucking incessantly whenever the samaritan yanked out his fingers from her tunnel.
How was this stranger able to know her sensitive spots, how could he tell what turned her brain to jelly?
Her line of work had taught her to conceal all sensations perceived from sex-making, but this stranger seemed to read her body's clarion call.
His mouth never let go of her breasts. He dived his head at the slight center of the valley that separated her breasts. She was making him go crazy, and he felt his need beginning to rise and break barriers.
Not now, he swore to himself. He needed to feel more of her. He might never see her again.
Regretfully, he pushed her to her knees, unzipping his pants to introduce his weary peter out in the open. He needed to feel his throbbing dick in her warm mouth. Somehow, he wished to kiss her but he couldn't.
Maybe, another time would come, he told himself. And when that time comes, she would kiss him first.
Wasn't he a maniac on the loose? Elaine asked herself once her eyes came into contact with his wang. He was a beast meant to be chained or better still placed in a psychiatric ward.
Yet, the way her body reacted to his extensive caresses and grappling hands. She hated it. Her hands cupped around his organ, flickering caresses up the length of it.
"You've always been a naughty girl," he hissed, watching her.
Always? This man talked like he knew her. Her stomach tightened. She should bite off his knob and possibly teach him a lesson. He would never try to do this ever to another stranger.
"You know I can never forget that mouth of yours, you have the most perfect mouth for this," his tongue skated across his lips, waiting for the intrusion of his crown into her mouth.
Elaine eyed him. Why does this stranger adore her in such a funny way? Maybe, he was haywire. He could make her do things to him, and if she so reject him, he might slice through her neck or twist her neck to a brutal death. Worst, no one might ever discover her body. She didn't want that.
But she paused her thoughts midway. Why did he say at intervals that he knew her then bring her to a strange wheat field only to have her give him a blow-job? She will let him never forget this experience either. Just this once and it would be all over, she reminded herself.
Her mouth snapped open and she let in the fat meat into the warmth of her mouth. She was born for this, skilled naturally with her hands and mouth.
Her mouth ran down its hilt, kissing and licking the valley close to his balls. The samaritan's dark gaze lingered still, gathering her silky hair in his rough hands while his hip bucked in and out of her mouth.
"If I do this, will you let me go?" She asked in a soft tone.
He smirked, brushing his fingers across her swelled lips. He was fighting the urge to lean in and crush his mouth on her. His dick throbbed again, reminding him of a need to be met.
"Just get at it," he hissed, threading the texture of her hair in his hand.
"Say it." She intoned, he won't hurt her if she play her cards right.
Reluctantly, he nodded giving in to her wish. "I'll take you back to work," his tone with her was soft.
Was she surprised? This was the skill of a woman, and so she must pride in it. Her mouth took his joystick, sinking it in a deep throat. The good samaritan groaned, clamming his eyes shut as Elaine's head bobbed the length of his dick.
He must amend her gracious skill. The way she worshipped his wiener like it was the rod of life itself. The way she tongued around the tilt of his beamer, and raked her tongue down to its hilt again must be duly studied.
With a fast pace, her glug on his knob raised to power five. The good samaritan felt his rising tide over the roof. As he began to buck, his cum searched for release until he felt his cum swell out from him spilling into her mouth, spasm after spasm.
This was different, like she knew the intricacies of his body, went for it, and nailed it. She was licking him dry now, swallowing every smear of his seed plastered to her chin.
How would he ever stop himself from dreaming of her? They should not have met like this, but he had to do it this way.
He zipped up his already flaccid dick as he watched her slip back her dress. "Get in the back seat," he ordered.
She obeyed. The two drove on in silence until they were back to a familiar road. Close to Transcity Club, the man
's car halted.
"Give me your bag," he said to her.
Elaine's eyes widened. Why the hell was he asking for her bag?