Pleasing Mr Sloan [18+]

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

She was stripped seconds after they passed the last house and he applauded her initiative. Undoing himself with one hand, his cock was standing at attention, eager for her as well.

"Get sucking," he ordered and she practically lept towards his cock. He bucked up into her mouth and gripped her hair, pushing her to go deeper with every descent. Hastily pulling into park as his hips thrust at a greater rate. Both hands on her head, he fucked her face.

"Breathe through your nose," he ordered as she started to push against his thighs, struggling. Her grip tightened and then softened as she tried to open her mouth as wide as possible, not even attempting to suck anymore. "Fuck," he swore and plunged deeper and down her throat. Her struggle started again as she gagged but he held her firm as he spurted down her throat. "Swallow!" He demanded and he felt her tongue and throat comply. Emptied, he loosened his hold and she raised up and panted against his thighs. Spurts of cum splattered his thighs but her head didn't even raise up. He twisted his hands further into the soft blonde strand of her hair and pulled her head up. Tears had created fresh rivets down her cheeks and semen dripped out of the corner of her mouth, across her nose and chin. Wiping it with his thumb, he thrust it inside her mouth and instructed her to suck it clean. She instantly obeyed and he gazed down her frame and then met her eyes again.

"Get out," he said and her smile dropped. Was he going to leave her here? Naked? In the middle of nowhere? He saw her concern but didn't bother to explain himself. She tentatively opened her door and he did the same, pleased she didn't argue.

She waited by the side of the car, hands covering her privates, unsure what was going on. Her eyes instantly fixed on his solid cock that bounced slightly with each stride as he appeared to her side of the car. Her fears of being abandoned fled from her mind as he grabbed and twisted her around. He slammed inside of her and she screeched, hands thrusting forward to save her face from slamming into the car.

"I said I was going to fuck you from behind," Mr Sloan said into her ear. "Don't hesitate again."

"I...ehh...yess...sorry...Mr Sloan," she stammered the force of his thrusts interrupting her speech. Her elbows buckled and her chest was pushed against the metal. It was hot and she winced as it met her sensitised breasts. Sweat made her slip easily against the smooth surface and she moaned as he delved deeper and deeper, stretching her and pushing her along the border of pain. Her knees buckled as pleasure rocketed through her - his cock, thighs and car, the only things keeping her upright. His hand landed on her ass and she jolted around his cock and moaned. He slowed his strokes, and she felt each inch of him in heightened detail.

"Mr Sloan," she moaned, cushioning her head with her arms.

He slipped his forearm under her and lifted her so her back met his chest. She moaned as he shifted within her and he kissed down her neck. His hands mauled her breasts, squeezing and twisting and soothing. She panted, walls clamping down hard against his cock so he could barely move. A hand trailed up to her throat and squeezed gently, feeling her swallow against his fingers. His grip tightened as she squeezed his cock, bringing on his own release. His cock spasmed in her tight vagina and he grunted. It had been a while since he'd cum so explosively. Kissing her neck, he loosened his grip and he felt her suck in the air desperately.

"Hmm," he moaned, his own breath settling. "That was good, Candice," he said and she flushed at his compliment when she really had done nothing to deserve it.

It was still humid, even at this time, and the sweat evaporating from their bodies hardly cooled them at all. He lifted her off of him and sat her on the bonnet. She winced and recoiled slightly as her core met the metal. She swore she even heard a sizzle. He stepped between her legs and ducked his head to her lips. Her lips parted instantly against his and he smiled against them but took his time. Running his tongue over her lower lip, he sucked it into his mouth and massaged her left breast. Flickering his fingers over her hardened nipples, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He twisted her nipples wanting to punish her for being such a damn cock tease. He had even considered fucking her mouth whilst she was holding his son. His cock twitched to life once more and she gasped surprised as she felt it grow between them. He didn't release her lips though and guided himself blindly into her sodden centre. He slid, balls deep, in one stroke, eased with their natural lubrication. Clutching her pert ass cheeks he set an achingly slow and deep pace. He could have been going for minutes, hours or days, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that it was torture and begged him to go faster.

"Please, Mr Sloan...Please," Candice moaned, too hot, too tight, desperatedly needing to find a release that he kept on stealing from her again and again.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around her so her breasts squished against his chest. "Please," Candice moaned. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, No!" she exclaimed for the seventh time as he stopped just at the precipice of her climax. "Please. Mr Sloan," she begged again as she dug her nails into his shoulders and tried to move her hips but it was useless. She slumped against his shoulder as the tingling subsided. So close, she thought.

Kissing her temple, he cradled her head and she whimpered as he started up again. She was putty in his hands and at last gave in, slamming into her with more force.

She screeched and lifted her exhausted head with the last of her energy. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Please," she begged and he didn't slow this time and she splintered just as he grunted his own climax. Birds leapt from the trees with how loud they both shouted and he slumped against the car with a thud. The witholding action had also taken its impact on him.

Kissing her parted lips, he pulled back before she had the awareness to respond.

"Thursday is a long way away," he stated and her forehead crumpled at the idea of waiting so long. He'd fucked her three days in a row, three days of nothing would be torture. She clutched him tighter without thinking about it, as if she could keep him within her until then. His thumb swiped along her swollen lips and he smiled as they parted under his touch. He loved how greedy she was. "I can drop you a text when I go to the gym and we can work all types of muscles," he said slyly.

Her breath caught as she remembered running into him yesterday and the ride home. Eagerly nodding her head, she squeezed her breasts against his bare chest, loving the feel of him. He must work out every day with the way he looked. He was sculptured to perfection. She was going to be exhausted if she went to the gym and then had a private workout everyday. Exhausted but worth it. She moaned at the thought.

He raised an eyebrow and sucked down her skin to her breast without losing eye contact. Her mouth dropped open and then her teeth nippled her bottom lip as he dragged his teeth across her breast, catching on her raised nipple. Her eyes widened as she felt him swell within her. He certainly had stamina! Hung like a horse too. She thought and blushed at her crude thoughts.

He manipulated her breasts with his hands, feeding them to his mouth as he alternated between the two. He was pleased to see his hickee's were still angry but he added to them as he started to rock his hips. He didn't have the energy for a long fuck so released her tits and thrust in with quick and short strokes. He didn't last very long and rubbed between her legs when he realised she hadn't made it with him. He circled her nub and on the second rotation she was done. "Mr Sloan," she moaned, her legs slipping slightly.

An owl hooted but they remained rooted in place despite the late hour, both sated and exhausted.