He struggled out of his jeans and underwear, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to contort himself. Maybe he hadn't done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn't possibly be comfortable.
He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his cock against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.
"If I'd known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago," Jason said.
"Feels like we're doing something naughty, doesn't it?"
"Well, it is your dad's car, so--yeah, actually."
Without further preamble he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go.
"Jason." She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.
He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed.
Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it.
"That what you wanted?" he asked her.
"Yes!" She flung her head back, arching beneath him. "Fuck me baby, fuck me harder."
He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts.
"Feel like a teenager again, honey?" he purred at her.
The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her delirious. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the erratic rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.
"Danielle." He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. "Oh, goddamn."
The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body.
"Jason!"
He fucked her through it, making her come even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come.
"Fuck!" He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other.
She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear.
"You okay, baby?" she asked.
He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out.
"I'm wonderful," Jason slurred. "Oh, God." He rubbed his hand over his face.
Danielle let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.
"Our parents are gonna wonder where we are," she teased. "You should take me home before we get caught."
He smiled down at her. "I'm gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter..."
"We better get this car back to my dad first." She kissed him. "After we clean it up. We made a mess." She giggled.
"I'm sure the teenagers who've come before us would be proud."
The END