She turns into me, her lips searching for mine. "I know this isn't the time or the place, but make me forget Dakota, please make me forget the way that baby looked when she came out. She was blue and not breathing, please make me forget."
What else can I do? I will do anything this woman asks of me, and I'll do it happily. With both of my hands, I go to work. One hooks around her waist and moves down so that I'm sneaking in between the waistband of her scrubs, and feeling her bare skin. The other hooks on her jaw to pull her mouth around to mine. When our lips meet, it's a clash of tongues, teeth, and groans. Sure that she's going to stay right where I want her, my other hand moves down her chest to palm her breast.
She moans deeply, thrusting her hips toward the hand I've got down her pants as I flatten my palm and move it quickly back and forth over her breast, feeling her nipple harden instantly. Tucking my fingers into her panties, I grunt when I feel her heat.
Pulling back slightly, I whisper in the hot air between us. "Already fuckin' wet for me, Pretty Girl?"
"Always wet for you," she moans as I slowly plunge one finger deeply into her. "Please make me come."
There's nothing I want to do more.
"Dakota." The word is muttered on a grunt as she bears down on my invasion.
"Want me to make you come like this, don't you?" I twist my finger inside her before adding another, and giving her my palm to rub against. Working her higher and higher, I love the little grunts she makes and the way she squirms as her body accepts my invasion.
"Yes," she screams.
I pump deeper and faster, curling my finger, searching for what's going to set her off. Her legs begin to tremble and she tightens them, sticking them out in front of her. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I pinch as she convulses into me, her hand shooting up to brace herself against the roof as her hips pump through her orgasm. My teeth find the soft spot between her neck and shoulder, and sinks in, giving her a little bit of pain to go with her pleasure.
"Fuck, Kota, fuck, fuck," she says as she rides through it. "Please," she begs.
It seems as if she's going to come down for a few seconds, but then her hips pick up speed again. "You got another one for me, Pretty Girl? God, what I wouldn't give to push us out of this backseat, carry you to the hood of this fucking SUV and fuck you in front of anyone who wants to watch. My dick is so goddamn hard, can you feel it?" I grunt the words, thrusting my hips against her back.
"I can, I can," she hisses. "God, you'd feel so good in my pussy. Probably feel you in the back of my throat, Dakota. Sometimes I can," she admits. "When you're fucking me hard, and you lift my leg to get a better grip. I can feel it all over my body," she whispers urgently. "All over. Goosebumps go everywhere over my flesh, my nipples get so hard they hurt, my pussy floods, and I ache so much for that cock of yours." She turns, taking my mouth with hers.
Goddamn, there's sweat breaking against my forehead as I try to keep from blowing my load in my uniform pants. That's going to be fucking uncomfortable for the six hours I have left. Her body tightens again, and she screams, scraping her nails against the roof of the squad SUV. Molly slumps to the side, and because this is a full backseat, I carefully deposit her body beside me as she twitches, and runs her hands along her body, coming down from her high.
My fingers fight with the button on my pants, and then I press my feet against the floor, allowing me to push my pants down just enough to fish my cock out. It's hot, hard, and standing straight up for her. "Oh shit," I groan when I wrap my fist around the length.
Molly takes notice and gives me a hot look through hair that's fallen from her bun. My fingers destroyed her careful hairstyle. "Is that all for me?" She questions, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.
"Every drop is for you," I grunt as I jack my cock, tugging my palm up before pulling it back down.
She reaches over, stopping my motion. "One sec."
My dick is pulsing as I wait to see what she's going to do. With hot eyes, she yanks my hand toward her body, and slips it between her clothing, to the heat of her pussy. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back as she takes the flat of my palm and rubs it all along her slick flesh. Her nipples pebble again and I lean forward, taking one in between my teeth, circling my tongue around, even though her scrubs prevent me from feeling and tasting her skin. When she's rubbed my entire hand and it's drenched, she pulls it out of her scrubs with a sad sound, and then wraps it back around my cock.
It's wet, hot, and I can smell her arousal. It changes everything. My eyes meet hers, and as I jack off, she watches me.
"I'm so close," I grunt, not able to stop the words from tumbling from my mouth. I'm not usually the type of man who needs to talk through his orgasm, but I have to talk to her. I need to talk to her, and let her hear how she destroys me.
"Are you?" She questions, pursing her lips before snaking her tongue out and licking her dry lips. "Do you want to come for me, Dakota?"
"Yes, fuck yes," I answer, my hand picking up speed.
"Where do you want to come? You can't do it on my clothes, I wouldn't be able to explain away cum on my scrubs. You can't do it on your uniform pants, and there's no room for us to position so you can come in my pussy, even though that's what I want more than anything. To feel your hot heat splashing against my tender, swollen flesh? I want that so bad right. Wish you could fuck me deep while pulling my hair and spilling deep inside me."
This woman and her fucking mouth. "Your mouth, let me cum in your mouth. I can pull you hair then." I jack harder, faster, the slapping noise reverberating off the silence of the inside of the SUV.
"Your wish is my command," she says as she bends at the waist and takes my cock in between her lips, down her throat.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Fuck yes, suck hard," I beg, digging my fingers into her hair. I hold her face down as I give up the careful hold I have on my control and fuck her face. Once, twice, three times, before I spill down her throat and pull her hair.
I'm groaning like a man trying to hang onto his sanity as my chest and stomach heave with the force it takes to calm my pounding heart. She takes every last drop, and then I loosen my hold on hair, flexing my fingers because I've gripped so hard. When she sits back on her side, she wipes at her lips, an impish smile on her face.
"God, I love you," I laugh with the joy of the release, as I close my eyes. The two of us stiffen as those words leave my mouth. I can feel it rolling off her in waves. "Molly...'
"I love you, too."