Curry Munching with the French Boy

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WARNING: DIRTY SEX. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE.

"Okay," I gulped. A familiar feeling was pooling between my legs and my knees felt weak, "Let me go get ready."

"No, Lea," he whispered, his hot breath fanning my skin. One minute I was all bossy, the next I was absolute mush. "I want you now." He rumbled huskily. I let out a small squeak and I swear I could have orgasmed just listening to him speak. I pulled back and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Fuck me." I whined.

Devin laughed loudly and kissed my forehead. "Let me wash the last of these dishes and then I'll be down. Go wait in the car." He said nudging his chin towards the keys that were on the counter.

I grabbed them quickly and hastily made my way out of the apartment. I skipped the elevator because it was taking too long and I had a fear of riding in elevators by myself. I skipped down the steps and walked towards Devin's sexy black car. I sat in the passenger seat, waiting impatiently. I bounced my knee up and down and tapped my fingers irritably. My panties were starting to feel a little more than damp and my heart rate was accelerating. Devin's voice held so much of promise, I couldn't fucking wait.

Suddenly the driver's door opened and Devin slid into his seat. I had been so wrapped in my head that I hadn't noticed him coming.

"You ready?" He asked pulling his seatbelt on.

"Yeah." I replied, enthusiastically. As the car started and drove out of the parking lot I noticed a tent in Devin's pants. I giggled to myself and Devin shot me a sidelong glance.

"What?" He asked, navigating the roads. We were driving towards the opposite side of town, towards the nature reserve.

"Oh nothing, Francois just seems really eager." I smirked.

"Shit," Devin cursed, tilting his legs to try and cover up his erection. An idea popped into my head and I undid my seatbelt, lowering my body till I was face to face with the side of Devin's thigh. "Maliha, what are you doing?" He hissed through gritted teeth. I looked up at him and he was watching the road, though there was a look of restraint on his face.

"Saying hello." I muttered pulling his shorts down. Francois was straining against the fabric of his boxers and I dragged my nails lightly over the bulge.

Devin let out a breathy "Oh god." And I smiled, pleased with myself. Without any warning my hands dove into Devin's boxers and I pulled Francois out, licking my lips as I watched the throbbing head ooze sticky liquid.

"You ever been blown while driving?" I asked, pumping Devin's cock with my hand. Devin looked pained, his eyes narrowed and his teeth grinding together.

"N-no." He stammered.

"Well that's about to change." I grinned and wrapped my lips around the head. Devin let out a guttural moan and I felt the car swerve slightly. I grinned as I bobbed up on down on his cock, letting the head hit the back of my throat. He felt velvety and smooth in my mouth and I was slowly beginning to enjoy the taste of him. Devin had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my head as he held me down on his hard dick. I swirled my tongue around him and he groaned loudly. I used one of my hands to massages his balls and Devin started panting louder. I sucked as best I could, swallowing him into my mouth as I hollowed my cheeks. I increased my pace and Devin began to thrust upwards slightly. He was holding back his release; I could see it on his face.