Fast 'N Sexy

Fast 'N Sexy

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

Another 500 word attempt. I guess, I wanted to make sure it wasn't a fluke. This one involves a fast car and of course hot sex. Please leave your comments and let me know what you think! --Amy :)

Summary

Another 500 word attempt. I guess, I wanted to make sure it wasn't a fluke. This one involves a fast car and of course hot sex. Please leave your comments and let me know what you think! --Amy :)

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Submitted: June 12, 2016

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Submitted: June 12, 2016

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Rain pelted me as I stepped out of my office building late Friday afternoon.  Oregon this time of year was notorious for this.  A red car slowed down at my approach to the curb, all sleek lines, sporty and foreign.  The tinted window rolled down on the passenger side and the face that leaned over peering at me was Alex! 

“Can I give you a ride?”

“No.”  Everyone in the building knew how he loved riding all the available ladies.  Except me, of course being immune to his tall, athletic body, and sexy dark hair and beard.

“Come on, Shannon.  Don’t be like that.  Let me give you a ride.”

“Fuck it,” I said not finding any better prospects, not even an umbrella.

I slid into the leather seat next to him, noting the shiny chrome finish.  Stunned at the flow of how he handled the stick shift, clutch and accelerator flawlessly, I swallowed.  A gathering heat sprang everywhere along my olive skin, as I imagined how well he handled women with such command. 

“How fast can this go?” I asked curiously.

His blue eyes fixed me with a studying gaze.  “You know what?  I don’t know.  Let’s find out.”

We hit zero to 60 in less than 3 seconds.  Alex zipped around traffic with expert ease.  Surpassing the city, the Pacific rose up majestically along the cliffs.  He accelerated even more until he jerked the steering wheel sharply and the emergency brake.  The car swung in a daring shriek of tires performing a 180 turn onto the emergency pull-off.  We stopped short of the guardrail near the edge of the cliff. 

“Fast enough for you?” he asked with a smile of sexy mischief.

The speed or fear of death made me pant for breath and pounce on him.  Alex moved his seat back to better accommodate me straddling him and my mouth fell on his.  Groaning, his teasing tongue greeted me stirring a fire in my core.  The same licked me everywhere his hands roamed over my wet curves.

I grinded against his tool outlining his jeans and nibbled his lower lip.  His hands adjusted the fly of his jeans and freed himself from his underwear.  Alex pushed the crotch of my panties aside and rubbed the thick head of his dick along my pussy with a groan.  Grinding so fast, I came, breathless and trembling, and then he stuffed me at my cry.  Bracing my hand against the roof of his sports sedan, I bared down on that wide shaft with a whimper.  Slow thrusts worked more of him inside my tight cave.  Digging his thick fingers into my hips, he drove inside me the way he handled his car, with precession.  Alex nursed moans from me while thrusting in and out of me, so deep.

Yeah, I was immune all right.  Immune all the way to the finish.


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