Victoria Lawson: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 17

Her eyes traveled up to his and she could see that he was smiling gently, as if pleased that she was drinking him in with her gaze, and he tipped his head in a slight nod, directing her eyes back down so she could watch him wrap his hand around his stiff cock, his big fingers grasping it lightly, the purple head peeking out of his grasp, the ridge around it swollen like a crown, and Jane licked her lips, imagining that ridge inside her pussy, the friction it would create as it dipped in and out.

Darcy’s hand began to move slowly up and down the shaft. There was a thick vein that ran up it, spiraling slightly. It was pulsing, filling the shaft, the head, stretching the skin of his cock as if it would burst. The hand moved, squeezed slightly, up and down the fat, throbbing length of him, and he tipped his head back, the Adam’s apple in his throat working as he gasped at the pleasure he was creating.

Jane watched, her breath hitching in her chest, watched the sun glint off the silver of the ring on his index finger, watched his pleasure as the ridge of the ring met with the ridge of his glands, of the throbbing vein.

And then, in the sunlight, magnified by it, she saw the milky cum issue from the head of his cock like a beautiful, iridescent pearl. She slid from the hood of the car, then, the slit of her pussy sliding over that ridge on the hood of the Chrysler, awakening her again, down she slid with a soft cry and fell before him, her mouth engulfing his cock, sucking, sucking, her tongue swirling round and round the giant, swollen head, dipping the tip of her tongue into the little slit at the end searching for those pearls of cum.

She grasped his ass between her hands, the muscles hard and unforgiving under her palms and he sighed as she slid him into her mouth, as far as she could, for he was so large, so swollen that she could not take him all in.

She kneeled before him, he was so tall, his legs so long, and she reached for him, one hand grasping the base of his cock, her fist wrapped around him, meeting her lips, her other hand under him gently teasing his balls, one finger snaking out and making a circular motion in the tender spot between his testicles and his anus.

She could feel him, growing, pulsing, in her mouth and she was glad, glad to please him, to taste him, but then, again he stopped her, wrapping his fingers gently in her hair and stilling her movements.

This time she acquiesced without protest, without struggle. His hand on her shoulder told her to stand, and so she did and he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his cock hot and hard against her belly.

She put her arms around his neck and he lifted her up, Jane sliding up and opening her thighs, his hands under her ass. She felt the engorged tip of his cock sliding between the lips of her pussy, and he teased her with it, allowing it to probe that slit, to slide up and down it for a moment, the head of his cock meeting the head of her clitoris, and then he slammed her to him, her hips meeting his, and the whole length of him was inside her, pushing deep to the core of her and she cried out.

He carried her like that, impaled upon him, back to the sedan, reaching out to work the door handle, and he bent, her legs wrapped tightly around him, and laid her gently on the seat, his feet still on the ground outside, giving him purchase and he thrust into her and into her. Jane could feel everything, felt as if every inch of her were alive.

She was shed of her designer clothing, her heels, her expensive undergarments, but felt more beautiful in this moment, naked on this abandoned roadway in the trees, than she ever had.

And all the while he was pumping into her, taking his time, allowing her to feel every inch of him, the slick and swollen head, the ridge of his glands, the ropey vein, and the thick length of him. Her breath came shallow, her tongue dry, their eyes locked and he breathed with her, his cock slipping in and out of her rosy cunt, slick with their juices.

He reached around her and pinched her nipples, hard, between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and she screamed out. He buried himself in her then, his cock pulsing hotly inside her, spilling him inside her, filling her, running out from her sex onto the seat of the company car.