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Another late shift at your job left you feeling worn out as you stepped onto the rain-slicked streets of Wrenwood. You’d always felt uneasy when you left late at night, albeit with the incidents, you really weren’t to blame. Street lights made the wet pavement shine beneath you, your coat getting soaked as you trudged through the streets. You were in a rush this morning and had forgotten to check the weather forecast, typical of you as you lived on the outskirts of Wrenwood so the journey to and from your house was a long and gruelling one. All you wanted to do was lounge in the arms of your boyfriend.
The pair of you were a little controversial to say the least. You were in your mid twenties, whilst he was pushing on fifty. The conversation really didn’t go down well with your work friends who seemed to be surprised at your lack of concern. In all honesty, you loved being with an older man. Sure, he was a really attractive guy but you preferred him compared to guys your age because of maturity. He had a good job and with his kind of pay, you were all set if you were to spend the rest of your life with him, an option you heavily considered. Lost in thought and just wanting to get home, you hadn’t realised the car that had rolled up next to you, though a honk sent you straight back to reality.
You huffed a sigh of relief at the sight, a sleek black Porsche, and in the driver’s seat was your boyfriend, Leon. Popping the door open, you took your seat next to him, discarding your drenched coat in the backseat somewhere.
“Sorry I couldn’t come by earlier, got held up.” He looked you up and down, surveying you before he turned his attention to the wheel once more. That small slot of attention he gave you was more than enough to get you to relax.
“It’s okay, I know you’re busy.” You smiled back at him and he gave a small nod in response before driving off.
Driving down the almost empty streets, the silence between the two of you grew. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but Leon usually had a few quips to let out, maybe he was just tired from today, as were you. You brushed the longer hair from his face, the strands of grey running through that ashy brown hair of his framed his face so well. His emotions seemed to be unwavering as you caressed his cheek with your thumb, before he finally caved, leaning into your touch just a little.
“How was work?” You chirped, continuing down to his neck, rubbing small circles in his skin.
“It was alright. Had to deal with some batshit crazy guy, nothing I can’t handle.” He scoffed, a confident tone in his voice. It made you laugh a little, he was much older than yourself but he still seemed so young at heart, that’s what you loved about him. The drive from work to your house was pretty lengthy and in truth, you had been exhausted and pent up from your work, all you wanted was him, and you wanted him now. Did it really have to wait till you got home? This time it was your turn to look him up and down. Every line and wrinkle on his face seemed to be placed on purpose, you really wondered how he could look so good at his age. The grip his hands had on the wheel had you wishing they were on you instead, a shiver running down your spine at the thought.
Leon picked up on all your small movements and turned to you, “You cold from the rain? Do you want my jacket?” His thoughtfulness warmed your heart, but before you could respond he was already taking it off, placing it in your lap. The edges of the leather shine beautifully in the dim light and the fur that lined the collar was a gorgeous jet black. As you wore it, his scent prodded at your senses. The blend of gunpowder, smoke and cedarwood smelled just like him, and you loved it. The jacket was warm from when he had worn it, like he was embracing you and it was oh so comforting.
“Thanks Leon…” You replied sheepishly, as you hid yourself behind the collar of his jacket.
“Anytime sweetheart.” He replied in that gruff tone that you loved to hear. Your face flushed slightly at the sight of his arms, not really realising how big his biceps actually were. His tight, navy shirt exposed every crevice, it was truly eye candy for you.
At some point, your urges decided to make themselves clear to you and you couldn’t wait. Home was still a while away but the heat crept up your face before pooling in your stomach. As you did before, your fingers danced along the exposed skin of his forearm, following the line of his arm up to his broad shoulder. The way his shirt just barely kept all that muscle in had your mind wandering, and so did your fingers. You leaned closer towards him, dipping your fingers into his side, some touches barely ghosting over the fabric.
“Something wrong?” You jerked your head at the sound, his eyes flicked to you for a moment before fixing on the road again.
“No, of course not. I… just think this shirt looks good on you. Is it new?” Now it was clear, you were a horrible liar.
“I don’t think the shirt is what you’re interested in.” The silence was almost deafening as your movements halted, before you continued.
“You’re right,” Your hand trailed south as you leaned towards him even more leaning on the console slightly, “I’m not interested in your shirt in the slightest.” Slowly, you landed on the buckle of his belt, lingering over it for a moment before feeling the bunched fabric above his crotch.
“Eager aren’t you?” You searched his face for approval, your hand palming at him. His response was expected, but you were sure this time that you’d get your way. He let out a sigh of defeat, even the prospect of you having your way with him while we was at the wheel got him a little riled up, though he knew he would never admit it. “Do what you want, I’ll pull over soon.” With that, you got to work, undoing the buckle and unbuttoning his pants, he was already half hard himself. You made yourself comfortable, lying stomach down across the console, both your hands stroking him through his underwear.
A few small grunts came from the man above you, encouraging you to go further, and so you obliged him. You freed him from the confines of the fabric and he stood at full mast in your hands. His cock was heavy in your hand as you smeared the precum at the tip, another groan being heard above you. Moving to pump him, you took in the scent of his musk. He was unshaven, the trail leading your other hand astray, ghosting over his skin under his shirt once more. You turned your attention back to his weeping tip, lapping at it, Your hot breath against him made his stomach churn in the best way possible.
He swallowed hard when you wrapped your wet lips around him, you’d only just begun but the sensation was almost overwhelming. You took inch by delicious inch, pulling back all the way to the tip every time and swallowing more as you went down. A few more louder groans left him, if you kept this up he might not be able to think straight, let alone drive straight. Finally, you took him the entire way, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You gagged on the way up, even after the previous times you’d done this you still sputtered like you’ve never sucked dick before. He loved the way he was still too big for you, it made him twitch in your mouth when your throat closed up around him.
You went down again, setting a faster pace as he hit the back of your throat once more. Your face felt hot with all the blood rushing to your head. He felt and tasted so good in your mouth, you loved it when he tried to keep his noises to a minimum for the sake of his own pride.
“Fuck yeah… keep going.” He groaned, his hips bucking into your face every now and then. You hummed a sound of approval around him which made him squirm in his seat. One of his hands that was previously on the wheel found its way to your head. The harsh feeling of him tugging on your hair was bliss as he forced you down onto him. You let him take control, practically using your throat as a fleshlight, his groans getting louder as his eyes flicked down to his lap every few minutes. The wet noises that accompanied his heavy breathing was making your face heat up even more.
The feeling of being used was exquisite, your throat hurt but in the best way as he jerked his hips upwards. Leon muttered a few profanities above you before he harshly shoved your face into his lap, spilling right down your throat. He was salty in your mouth, his cum dripping from the corners before you swallowed.
His pain from the tight grip on your hair ebbed away as he removed his hand and returned it to the wheel. Only the sound of his laboured breathing could be heard as the car came to a halt on the hard shoulder. His cock was slick with spit, it rested next to your face whilst you rolled over in his lap to look up at him. The look of your flushed face against his leaking cock made a surge of heat crawl up his neck. Once the car had fully stopped, you arose and climbed into the back seat, your wet jacket still on the floor. He followed your lead, pinning yourself between him and the cushions of the car seat. The dim light from outside caught your face, giving Leon a good look at the pretty pink that painted it.
“Look at you…” He held your face in his hand, examining you, “so pretty for me…” His words made you blush even harder, his thick forearms on either side of you made your head spin, you wanted him all over you as soon as humanly possible.
“Come on Leon, please.” You practically begged, raising your knee and grinding it against his exposed cock. The friction of your jeans against his skin made him groan as he bucked forwards instinctively.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” He breathed, unbuttoning your pants and shoving them down, discarding them in what little space you had in the back of his car. The cold air hit your skin as you were undressed, you begged for him to be inside you soon. His hand slid up your shirt, cupping the warmth of your breasts. You moaned at the contact, his calloused finger rubbing against your nipple sent warmth right to your core. He left marks on your warm skin as his stubble tickled you, his tongue flicking over your sensitive bud whilst he rubbed the wetness of your panties. Desperation was getting the better of you as you began to grind against his fingers, with need in every roll of your hips.
He hummed against your skin as he swiftly removed your wet panties, you were dying to have him inside of you. “No prep, just do it.” You nudged his hand away with your leg and for a moment he was considering denying you, but with the way you looked at him, pent up and needy for him, he himself couldn’t resist. You were spread before him like a banquet, irresistible and ready to be eaten. He spat on his hand, getting himself ready for you, his frame so big it blocked almost all the light from outside the car. Nevermind that, he could barely fit in the backseat, one of his legs on the car floor, propping himself up.
Lazily, you clawed at his chest, wishing for him to hurry. You wanted to have your fill before sleep whisked you away. The way he takes his time is truly agonising for you, it was like he was teasing you and enjoyed seeing you desperate. Leon would never admit it but he was trying his best to hold back for you. If he had it his way, his fingers would be laced with strands of your hair, face pressed against the cold window as he got himself off. The thought made him consider it for a moment, but you’d done your part, now it was your turn to have some fun.
With your patience wearing thin, you tried to coax him by shimmying towards him, hooking your heel around the back of his still clothed thigh. You were seriously going to burn up if he kept dragging this out.
“Well, spread a little more for me won’t you?” You complied immediately like you were a dog doing tricks, watching as he rubbed his fat tip against your slit. With a single swift movement, he thrust forwards, burying his entire length inside of you. The sudden stretch made you tense up, grabbing his shoulder for leverage as a moan tore from your throat. Your mouth was partially agape, Leon didn’t bother to wait for you to adjust, he dragged himself almost all the way out before slamming into you all over again.
There was a lack of remorse with the way he thrusted into you, he set a brutish pace that had you digging your nails into his clothed shoulder. The moans that escaped you spurred him on, your eyes were glossed over, half lidded and trained on the man above you.
“Make a little more noise for me ‘kay? S’just you and me here.” He muttered between pants and groans, though it felt more like an invitation than a command, to which you were more than happy to provide him with.
“Leon— please… more—“ You choked on your words as he grazed that sweet, sweet spot inside of you.
“Yeah… keep begging me like that and you’ll really— fucking get it.” All you could do was whine in response as he drilled into you. Your breathy moans drowned out the sound of heavy rain beating down, all you could focus on was the way you housed his thick cock like it was made to be inside of you. He practically bullied that sweet spot inside you every time he sheathed himself in your warmth. The pleasure becomes too much for you as he catches your lips in a sloppy kiss. You parted your lips for him, making sure he lapped up every moan and whine that slipped past your lips. Your walls start closing in around him, a very clear indicator that you were reaching your limit.
“Ffffuck— that’s it, mgffh— cum on my cock just like that, c’mon.” His words muffled in the heat of your kiss. Leon’s pace never slowed as your hands became entangled in his messy hair, your orgasm tearing through your body. Your eyes screwed shut, your gummy walls clamping down on his cock, trying to coax his orgasm but he held out.
Your body sank back into the sweat drenched cushions beneath you, the feeling was like a drug with the way you came down from your high. Leon broke the kiss, sitting back to admire the mess he’d made of you, all whilst he was still inside of you. Moving to sit upright, you tried to look for your pants in the darkness, you were an utter mess with your bra halfway up your chest and your shirt wrinkled. Though, Leon had decided he wasn’t satisfied yet.
A rough hand pushed you back down onto the seat, “Sorry but,” he pried your mouth open, his thumb flat on your tongue, his other hand pressing one of your legs to the side of your head, partially folding you in half, “I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous.”
A barely visible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth at the sight of your flushed face and messy hair, though you couldn’t see it in the low light. He removed himself from your soaked pussy, letting himself rest on your stomach. He was perfect, veins running down his length, his tip leaking out onto your skin. You held his heavy cock in your hand, watching as a particularly loud groan escaped him, watching from his reaction he was pretty close.
“You— hah… love it when this cock is slamming into you, don’t you?” His thumb traced your puffy lips, lust clouding his vision.
“Of course I do.” You chuckled but just barely, sounding more like you’d coughed the words out. Exhaustion had hit you like a truck but Leon wasn’t done yet, and if he wasn’t done then you weren’t either.
Swiping the sweat from his face on the back of his forearm, he proceeded to bottom out once more. Your body started to ache from the position he had you pressed into but you loved it. He rammed himself into you all over again, and your moans started to grow louder. This time, he fucks into you with a little more force, rough and ragged like there was no humanity left in him. God he looked incredible above you, he was all you needed after a long and stressful day at work.
His breathing became more unsteady, muttering profanities under his breath as his grip on your thigh tightened hard enough to bruise. With his brutish pace, all he seemed to be concerned about was chasing his own high. Your velvety walls made it hard for him to think straight, the pleasure surging through his body was absurd and the mess he continued to make of you encouraged him to ravage you even more.
“Oh fuck— please,” You plead like you’re saying a prayer, “cum inside me Leon…” Begging seemed to be your specialty as the effect your words had on him was like magic.
“You fucking love it don’t you?” He growled into the crook of your neck, “You love it when I fill you with my cum.” His words were enunciated with every harsh snap of his hips into yours.
“Answer me.”
“Y-Yes I— hah… I do, Leon.”
You could barely speak with the way he pounded you into the seat, more akin to a rabid animal.
“That’s my girl, so good for me aren’tcha?”
All you could manage in response was the frantic nodding of your head, the smell of his sweat and sex filling your senses. A few more slams of his hips and he was a groaning mess in your arms, his hips never stopping as he made sure every crevice of your tight pussy was stuffed with his thick load. He swallowed hard trying to catch his breath and so did you as you came alongside him. A few more shallow thrusts followed for good measure, before he reached around for your discarded panties, slipping them onto you as he pulled out.
Leon was spent, he sat upright against the leather of the seat, his shirt drenched in sweat and the hem soaked in a mix of different fluids. He caught his breath for a moment before letting out a long sigh, his chest rising and falling gently before he spoke, “You okay?” when there was no response, he turned to face you. He wasn’t surprised but you were knocked out cold, your exhaustion had finally caught up to you.
He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your pants off the floor and his jacket from the front seat, draping it over your exposed body to keep you warm. Shuffling back into his pants, he gave you a gentle kiss before popping his door open, switching back to the driver’s seat. You could still faintly hear the low rumble of the car’s engine as it started up, and Leon’s muffled words.
“Get some rest sweetheart, we’ll be home soon.”