Backseat With The Billionaire

by Lilah May

  His persistent cock unceasingly strokes my wet pussy, tantalizing the sensitive lips which spread open as if trying to suck him in. The hard ridges of his cock grate against my clit and I hold back a moan from the slow, sensual contact. I feel his abs tightening and loosening, as he lifts the entirety of my weight, up and down, all so he can rub his throbbing cock on my pussy.

  He’s enjoying the sensation just as much as I am, groaning as more precum leaks from the slit, gliding down the shaft and heading towards my dress.

  What a waste.

  Without thinking, I reach down to wipe it away before it can stain my dress, my small finger tracing the pulsing length of his large cock, relishing the soft skin and the hidden steel beneath it, running it over each vein, each groove.

  Mesmerized, I bring my finger to my lips and flick my tongue out to lick it. Mmmm, he tastes so sweet. I want more. I need more. I wrap my lips around my entire finger, trying to suck every little taste that remains.

  A cough sounds behind me, bringing me out of my daze.

  Holy shit. What the hell did I just do? It was like I could only watch from the outside as my body reacted without my permission. Like I was hypnotized, coerced. But I know it isn’t true. I wanted to do it. It was my choice, and I couldn’t stop myself from tasting the incredible specimen in front of me.

  I can’t bear to look at him. What am I going to do? What am I going to say? When I finally turn my head, that dark look has returned, his smile isn’t easygoing anymore. It’s dangerous, a taunting smirk.

  His eyes are hungry, like a wild animal, dark desire boiling of love suppressed for too long. And I’ve unleashed it, something that should be kept in a cage. What did I expect? I kept teasing him through the bars, kept dancing half naked in his view. But now that I broke the lock, I know I won’t be able to stop it…whatever darkness is released.

  Did I make him like this? Did I create this uncontrollable fury that seemed comes over him so fast as if someone flipped a switch? Had he been telling the truth of how long he had been waiting for me?

  And when did he become such a man, who takes whatever he wants? And why does it turn me on so much?

  I find my legs squeezing together, wrapping his cock in their fleshy embrace. If I don’t do something, he’s going to fuck me right here. In this car with his parents and my daughter sitting right on the other side of a goddamn box. Why the hell did I agree to this fucking box? I scream silently in my head.

  “Calm down, Bobby. I didn’t mean to do that. It was a mistake.”

  “I don’t think it was a mistake. I think you’re finally giving in. You know you want my cock. You want it any way I give it to you. And right now I want to shove it down your virgin throat.” I tremble from his demanding voice, harsh and low. “Have you ever been deep throated?” I’ve never even wanted to do such a thing, but Bobby makes me want to take his entire cock and drink everything he has to give me.

  I can’t. I don’t know how many more times I can tell myself this. But I know there won’t be a next time. I have to try one last time.

  “I know you think you want me, that you love me. But you don’t. It’s just a fantasy that I put in your head. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was feeding your crush. But it’s just a phase, Bobby. I’m sure lots of boys fall in love with the mom next door. You’ll get over it. You’ll get over me.”

  “I told you not to call me a boy.” In one quick motion, he pulls aside my panties, almost ripping them off of me, before ramming two of his fingers into my wet waiting slit. As soon as they enter, I shiver as an orgasm rips through me, piercing through me as his fingers pierce through my tight flesh, spreading me open and filling me up, reaching all the way into, so deep where nothing has ever reached before.

  Surprised and eager, my pussy betrays me again, clenching tightly around his fingers, the absurd size of them stretching the pulsing walls to capacity. Without a word, he entered me. So violently he took me, without giving me a chance to resist.

  With two quick motions, curling his fingers, the calloused tips scraping against the tender ceiling, he has me coming again, convulsing as my entire body is wracked with overwhelming shivering delight. My vision goes white and my body goes limp, my head rolling back onto his shoulder. His strong body holds me steady and my last thought is this must be what heroin feels like before I pass out.

  CHAPTER 33

  LISA

  When I come to, I’m looking up at Bobby but he isn’t looking at me, he’s looking at my tits. Again. The dress is pulled down again, my tits hanging over my bra. His work

  “You really like my tits, huh?” I feel strange saying tits in front of him. I’ve never really said any dirty words out loud but he makes me feel comfortable enough to use them.

  “I love your tits. They’re so fucking licentious.” The way he describes them makes my nipples ache for his touch. He takes his hand and lifts one of them, feeling the hefty weight in his palm. I shudder as I can feel every part of his rough hand on the sensitive creamy skin. I want him to go further, pinch the hard nubs that scrape against his palms.

  He groans and I finally notice he has his other hand on the head of his cock. He massages it slowly, stroking the pulsing shaft, caressing the spongy tip. “And also, I’ve been staring at them for, well, as long as I can remember.”

  “Well, you’ve stared at them for long enough.” I pull my dress back up.

  “Did you have a nice nap?” he says sarcastically.

  “How long was I out for?”

  “Just for a minute. I’ve never seen anyone literally black out from cumming. I thought you were just recovering, but when I got your tits out and you didn’t move, I knew you were gone.”

  “You know what you did was wrong, right?”

  “Then you must really enjoy doing wrong.” He places his hand on my pussy, gently, knowing how sensitive it is after his two finger violation. But even the light contact makes me shudder. I’m putty in his strong hands and he knows it. I have to stop this before I lose control again.

  “Bobby, listen to me. You shouldn’t have touched me like that.”

  “I was only returning the favor.”

  “Ok. You’re right. I was wrong to touch you.”

  “Seems like that saying is false. Two wrongs do make a right.” That dangerous glint is still in his eyes and his thick member looks so swollen, red and angry like a volcano. As if it’s ready to explode any second.

  “Bobby, I’m very angry with you. You know you shouldn’t have done that. I told you hands off.” He’s still caressing his cock, while staring hungrily at my tits.

  “Don’t talk to me like you’re my mother as if just a minute ago you weren’t slurping my cum and then passed out on my lap after cumming too hard. You’ve been the bad girl here. Very fucking naughty.” He clicks his tongue in mock disapproval. I have no leg to stand on. I need to douse the flames, salvage this situation that’s gone terribly awry.

  “I’m sorry, Bobby. It’s my fault.”

  “You bet it is.”

  “But I want you to stop, now. Please.”

  “Does this cock look like it wants to stop?” He grabs my wrist and forces my hand on top of his cock and I could feel the slickness of his precum before he drags my hand down his burning shaft scalding my palm. I gasp on contact, I didn’t realize how hot it is, how much blood is pumping through its massive length.

  “Please. Just tell me what I need to do to make you stop.”

  “I think you need to be punished.” This dominant attitude makes my skin prickle and my hairs stand on end. I made a mistake and now I’m going to pay for it. He’s going to make me pay for it. I can’t convince him to stop no matter what I do. He’s going to take me however he wants. “Now, open wide.” He forces my knees apart and rubs his hard shaft back and forth across my wet lips like a pendulum, pulling my clit this way and that. I try to hide the little tremors each movement sends through me, the pressure on my already sensitive pussy slowly breaking my
willpower.

  “Please, Bobby, forgive me. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. Please, can we just forget about all this?” Why am I begging him? Am I feeding his fantasy or mine?

  “You started this thing, you should finish it, see it through to the end.” Is he saying what I think what he’s saying?

  “We can’t. We can’t have sex,” I protest, even though if he told me to, I probably would jump on him right away.

  “Nobody said anything about sex. But I guess that’s what’s on your mind, huh, Ms. Howard?” It’s like he can see right through me. I mean, it’s not that hard when my pussy can’t stop salivating over his hard cock.

  “OK, Bobby. Tell me how I can make this go away. I’ll do anything.”

  “Use your hand. Make me cum with your hand.” We can come back from that right? It’s just a hand job. Who the hell am I trying to convince?

  Nobody. I know all I’m doing is deluding myself.

  “And then you’ll stop with this little crush? Things will go back to normal?”

  “My cock will go back to normal.”

  “Please, Bobby. Just promise me that you’ll stop this love conquest of yours.”

  “Can’t promise that. You know love doesn’t work that way.”

  “Then, I’m not going to do this.”

  “Your call, Ms. Howard.” He starts to maul my tit with one hand, stroking his thick shaft with the other, his scarred knuckles grazing my clit with every pump. His strong fingers grab hold of my nipple, rolling it, pinching it. A whimper escapes my lips.

  “Alright, alright. Stop it, Bobby. I’ll do what you want.” How does he make things seem like I want it, even though he’s the one forcing me?

  Because he isn’t forcing me.

  “Sure, Ms. Howard.” He grins mischievously. I’m playing right into his hand. “Now jerk my cock off.”

  I check on Patty who’s consumed by her kindle and then take one last look over the box to find Ava still sleeping. What’s wrong with a little something dirty when your kids are asleep? When you’re a parent you learn to take every little opportunity you can get.

  But no matter how I try to rationalize it, my heart thumps loudly and my body knows what I’m doing is wrong and the shit storm that would rise if I get caught.

  But the taboo nature makes me excited and I squirm against Bobby’s incredible body. Tentatively, shyly, I reach down without looking, feeling for his member.

  “This is just physical. I’m just helping you relieve yourself, so you can calm down. This doesn’t mean anything, OK? I don’t love you.”

  He doesn’t answer. He knows I’m lying.

  I try to wrap my hand around its girth but my fingers barely reach half way around. The size of this beast! It would rip my pussy apart for sure, especially when no cock has been near there for years. I could barely handle his fingers, I would never be able to handle this thing, this monster.

  Good thing, he just wants my hands.

  I take my time to feel out every inch of his cock. I’ve never seen such a beautiful yet erotic member. I start at the soft tip, lathering up my hand with all of his sweet clear juices, more of which seems to spill out by the second. Slowly, my hand descends, feeling the shaft widening in the middle, the thickest point. How much ecstasy would that bulge bring my pussy if it was sliding in and out of me?

  I can feel his racing heart pound through his pulsing shaft, each beat from his throbbing veins, each involuntary twitch from my soft touch. He groans in my ear and when I turn to him, he has his eyes closed, his mouth open, relishing the pleasure I’m giving him.

  My legs are slick with wetness, whether it was from me or him, I have no idea. I want to taste it and find out. Before he opens his eyes, I take my hand and lick it, the temptation too hard to ignore, boundaries too far past to go back.

  The now familiar sweet taste of his precum fills my mouth, as I swirl it around my tongue, the tangy taste of my own juices mixed in. If I’m doing this anyway, I might as well get something out of it. That part that he brings out of me, that part I can’t control, starts to take over.

  “You like that? Isn’t this what you always dreamed about?” He groans. If he thinks he has the upper hand, he’s mistaken. I won’t succumb so easily. “I’m finally giving you that release you wanted while you stared at me. When you asked me how to masturbate, this is what you wanted, right? My soft hand wrapped around you, stroking it, begging for you to spray your load all over my face?” He groans from words that felt foreign to my mouth, but the way I made him feel makes it all worth it.

  Look at him. All that talk, and now with his cock in my hand, he’s at my mercy. I relish whatever fleeting control I held over him for the moment.

  I smear his clear precum all the way down to the base, spreading it over the entire shaft, lubing it up. Reaching further underneath, I feel for his balls, but they lay heavily on the car seat. I take them gently into my hands, and roll them around, massaging them lightly. Turgid with pent up cum, they are ready to burst and I know exactly how much I’ve been teasing him, how long he’s been waiting for me.

  He looks just like the teenage boy I knew, completely absorbed in the pleasure I’m giving him. He’s fantasized about me giving him a hand job by the pool since then, and now he’s finally getting it.

  What would I have done if he had forced my hand on his cock like he did now? Would I have showed him how to stroke it, how to coax the cum out of his bulging balls?

  I grasp his shaft again and begin to pump in a slow, rhythmic motion. It strains against my hand as if it’s trying to escape from my hold. The back of my thumb inadvertently plays with my clit as it brushes by my pussy with every motion. Someone moans and I’m not sure if it’s me or him

  “How is it, Bobby? Better than you ever imagined?” I start to pump faster, increasing the pressure on both his throbbing cock and my soaked pussy.

  “Make me cum. Make me cum, now.” I obey his command. I increase the pace as he thrusts against my hand, which slams down onto the base of his shaft over and over again. Somehow his thick cock has swelled even larger, growing even stiffer, throbbing even harder.

  His cock starts twitching in my hand, he’s making every effort to hold in his cum, to make the pleasure last as long as possible, but I know he couldn’t hold back much longer. I reach down and give his balls a squeeze, feeling all the desire that I had built up in him.

  I squeeze the tender tip, rubbing my palm across the soft mushroom head, eliciting a low groan. Quickly, I follow it up with multiple flicks to the underside with my index finger. He bucks his hips from the overload, his abs undulating against my lower back, his quads tensing under my thighs.

  I barely have enough time to cover the top of his cock before he starts to spurt, unloading all the cum he’d been holding back straight into my palm, the force of his shot smacking against it and flying through the space between my fingers, hitting my face. The hot specks burn my cheek as I feel load after load hitting my palm, before dripping down, joining the pool quickly forming between my legs.

  “Eat it. Eat my cum before it spills. You don’t want anyone finding out how dirty you are, right?” he teases, but I know he’s right.

  While I’m squeezing the last drops from his twitching cock, I gather up the gobs of cum, so thick I could pick it up between my fingers, and place it in my mouth, directly on my outstretched tongue, hungry for a taste.

  As soon as his overpowering taste hits me, I’m shivering, craving more. Bobby’s wiping the cum off my face before shoving it into my mouth. I don’t want to let go of his fingers with my lips, but I had more of his cum to eat.

  His delicious, intoxicating cum. I don’t want to lose one drop as I scrape my wet thighs, slick with his seed.

  “My little cum slut, so hungry for my taste.” His crass words make me tremble and all I can do is moan in agreement, busy savoring every morsel of him. I never knew I could feel so hot just from being covered with cum, having my face sprayed my legs
covered, and my pussy ached for a piece.

  And obliging my thirsty slit is his fingers, reading my body’s needs, they slide into that tight space between his still hard cock and my blossoming lips.

  His fingers slide into my wet hole, shoving the rest of his cum deep inside, filling it with his sperm. His knuckles pinch around my very wanting clit, and without warning, I cum, knowing that he had just claimed me with his seed, that inside my pussy is his cum.

  How will I ever deny him again? I couldn’t. He made sure of that.

  CHAPTER 34

  LISA

  I don’t know how to deal with what just happened. Things are spinning out of control so fast. At least it looks like Bobby knows how to keep it in his pants when he wants to or maybe I had just emptied him, finally bringing an end to his insatiable lust.

  The open windows fill the car with brisk mountain air and the scent of pine. I breathe deep. I need to reset. This is now my fresh restart.

  But as soon as we pull into our campsite, I see a familiar Rav4 and a trailer hitched to the back.

  “Oh, fuck.” Rob groans.

  “What? What?” Ava pokes her head out the window. “It’s Daddy!” I know she wanted to see him all this time. She just held herself back for my sake. And I can’t blame a 13-year-old.

  “Do you want to leave, because I’ll turn the car around right now?” Rob asks, but I’m sure he’s not serious. Either way, it would make me look like the bitch. I’m sure I can handle avoiding Donald for a weekend.

  “It’s OK, guys. I’m fine. I’m not happy he’s here, but let’s just make the most of it.” Ava wants to see him, needs to. I can do this for her.

  “Are you sure, dear? Do you want us all to give him the silent treatment? Cause we will.” Patty jokes, but still half serious. I can’t ruin this trip for everyone else.

  I’m not going to let him ruin this trip.

  “Thanks, Patty. I’m glad you guys are so supportive of me. But please, just act normal. I’ll deal.” I hope. I haven’t seen him since that night I broke his nose so I have no idea how I’m going to act. Will I be hostile or forgiving? How is Bobby going to act? Will he be the jealous boyfriend?