His warm cum was still leaking out of me thick and sticky, slowly running down my thighs onto the leather seat. I stayed sitting on his lap with my dress pushed up around my waist breathing hard. The car smelled like sex. Sweat, my wetness and the strong scent of him.
"Fuck... That was intense." I whispered, my voice shaky.
My pussy kept twitching, still feeling the aftershocks.
Ethan leaned back in his seat, his thick cock resting against his thigh, wet from our fluids while his hand stayed on my ass squeezing it firmly.
"You came hard for a guy you just met," he said with a low laugh. "Look at you... Dripping my cum over my car like a needy little slut."
My cheeks felt hot. I didn't move away. I started rocking my hips slowly rubbing my soaked pussy against his thigh. More of his cum slipped out. It felt so dirty.... So good.
"Mmm... I needed that badly." I moaned softly. I looked at his cock laying on his thigh. "It feels warm and full inside me."
He smiled darkly and then slid his hand between my legs again. Immediately, two thick fingers pushed into my cum-filled pussy, moving slowly and stirring everything around. The wet squelching sound filled the car. I gasped.
"Ahh... Fuck..." I moaned, my back arching. "Deeper... Oh fuck... Yes."
I enjoyed the way his fingers felt inside me.
"Do you like feeling my cum inside you?" he asked, pumping his fingers a little faster while his thumb rubbed my clit. "Tell me how it feels, Maya," he looked at me.
"So full... And so slippery," I breathed, my hips moving with his hand. "It's leaking down my ass... Oh god fuck yes... Please don't stop."
Before I knew it, he added a finger stretching me wider and I gasped followed by a loud. "Fuck! Yes... Stretch me more... Ohhh that feels so good!"
The words left my mouth before I could even think.
"How shameless," he grinned, leaning in to bite my neck. "That makes me want to fuck you more."
His fingers moved deeper, curving inside me and hitting that sweet spot. I jolted.
"You're still clenching around my fingers like you want my cock again already," he looked at my pussy.
I trembled, my nipples hard, rubbing against my dress as if it could tear any minute. "Yes... I do... I want you in me again" I admitted, moaning as pleasure built up fast. "Please... Fuck me again."
He pulled his fingers out slowly, strings of our juices stretching between them. Then he brought them to my lips. "Taste how dirty we are."
I opened my mouth without hesitation as I sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them as I tasted his thick cum mixed with my sweetness. "Mmm... We taste fucking good together," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Good girl," he said, his voice rough. He pinched my nipple through my dress making me whimper. "Most girls would be embarrassed by now.. But you're still here, legs spread, begging for more." He grinned.
I ground against his cock feeling it start to twitch to life. "You're making me wet over again... I can't help it." I muttered.
Ethan reached into his pocket. Took out a simple black card with only a phone number on it and pressed it into my hand. "Take this. If you wake up tomorrow and your pussy is still throbbing and empty, text me. I'll come fuck you whenever you want." He smiled.
I stared at the card trying to catch my breath. "What if I don't text you?"
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. He started rubbing my clit again with slow teasing circles. "Then you'll spend the night with your fingers deep in that cum-filled pussy moaning my name and wishing it was my cock. Would that be enough to satisfy you?"
I looked away from him as my cheeks burned.
He finally helped me off his lap. I tried to pull my dress down. My thighs were soaked with his cum. I had no idea where my panties went. They were probably somewhere on the car floor.
Ethan started the car. The low rumble of the engine vibrated through my sensitive pussy and I had to bite my lip to stop another moan.
On the way to my apartment his hand kept resting on my thigh. Every minute he would slide his fingers higher gently brushing my dripping clit. "Still leaking for me?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes... I can feel it running down my legs " I whispered, spreading my thighs a little wider so he could touch me more.
At every light he pushed two fingers inside me again pumping slowly while I moaned quietly beside him. I enjoyed the way his fingers felt.
When we finally reached my building I was breathing hard again, my whole body buzzing.
He looked at me, eyes dark and hungry. "Last chance, Maya. You can walk away now.... Or admit you're already addicted to this stranger's cock."
I looked at him, legs still trembling, his cum still slowly dripping out of me. My mind was full of revenge, shame and pure lust.
I opened the door slowly. The cool night air felt good on my skin. Before I stepped out I turned back to him.
"I'll think about it," I said softly. Honestly, I wished we could keep doing it all night but I dare not say it out loud.
His smirk was wicked. "Good. Text me when that pussy starts begging."
I shut the door.
I walked toward my apartment feeling his eyes on my ass. Every step made more of his cum slide down my thighs.
Inside my apartment, I leaned back against the door and let out a long breath.
What the hell had I just done?
Why did the thought of texting him already make me so excited?
