EXTREMELY LUSTED

We get to the castle feeling all horny and exhilarated. The inkling of him making love to me has never hit me with so much rapture and fascination. It may be because we now have all the rights to this. There are no grudges between us, no fear, and nothing is absolutely in our way of getting a kick out of this sweet love. We are free.


We park in the parking lot, and after a few kisses, we break away, breathless and eager. He is as enthralled as I am. The dark glow in his eyes reveals just how much he is lusting for me, and I can't wait to calm that lust.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky as we stare into each other's eyes under the car lights.

"More than ever," I whisper back, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. "I am so ready, babe. So much ready!" I whisper, feeling my eyes burn with lust.


"Let's not waste any more time. This tool of mine is already paining with lust," he murmurs, taking my hand and guiding it to the bulge, almost tearing through his zipper.

I plummet my gaze to ascertain if the rock is as hard and huge as it feels in my hand, and, sure enough, it is. Huge and hard, yet so tender. I give it a hungry squeeze, taking my eyes back to his as he groans with pleasure.


"Are you sure you can walk out like this?" I ask, still stroking his cock, feeling the heat and tension building.

"I have no option. Unless..." His voice trails off, and I stop, trying to catch what he has to say.

"Fuck! Continue doing that!" he orders, pressing my hand harder against his bulge.

I smile at his desperation, my fingers moving more deliberately now, teasing him through the fabric. His head tilts back, his eyes closing as he lets out a deep, guttural moan.

"Unless what, hubby? Don't leave me hanging, or I will get ideas that you might not like," I whisper, leaning in close, my breath hot against his ear as I continue playing with his member.

"Unless you want to take care of it right here, right now," he says, his voice strained with need.

I grin, feeling a thrill rush through me at his words. "I thought you would never ask," I reply, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching cock.

Mmh! I see. So, he doesn't want me to stop, and neither do I want to. I want to please him to his contentment. I don't know much about sex and stuff, but Grace once told me that sex in the car is mind-blowing. I am not sure, but my beast is in dire need right now, and I am in the mood for some naughty kinky adventure. This is the horny me acting. Not my sane self!

"Why don't you turn off the lights, baby? Let's see if I can help," I whisper.

"Okay. I would love to see you working on this cock, but I understand. We don't want anyone else to witness this," he says in a husky, raspy tone.

"Right, baby. You will have the pleasure of seeing me go all naughty on you in our bedroom. But for now..."

"For now, this will do." He switches off the lights and adjusts his seat to lie flat on his back. "Go, babe. That meat is all yours."

I unbuckle the seatbelt and kneel on my seat with one knee, positioning myself to face him. My hands work on his zipper first, and then I pull his boxer down just enough to free him. His cock springs out between the open zipper, and he discharges a soft moan.

I lick its sore tip, making him whimper. "Mmh! You are so hard, baby," I whisper as I trace kisses along its shaft. I then click my tongue from the base up to the tip, savoring the taste and texture of him.

"Of course I am, baby. All because of you. Ooh, fuck! I missed you like this!" he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

I hug his cock with my moist lips, sliding it slowly down to the deepest corner of my throat, and start sucking it, earning a satisfactory groan from him. The warmth and wetness of my mouth draw more moans from his lips as I move rhythmically, taking him deeper with each thrust.

"Ooh! I love that, baby!" He breathes, his hands gently guiding my head, helping me to thrust in and out of my lips. I feel his muscles tense and relax, his breathing becoming more ragged with every motion.

The car is filled with the sounds of our shared passion, the soft hum of the engine blending with his groans and my muffled moans. I increase my pace, and the sensations intensify for both of us. He looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust, and I meet his gaze, feeling a rush of power and intimacy.

He whispers words of encouragement, his hands tangled in my hair, his hips moving in time with my movements. Each thrust brings him closer to the edge, and I can feel the anticipation building within him.

Well, he isn't enjoying it more than I do. I continue my job—licking, sucking, kissing, and stroking his hard length with my arms. His moans are substantial fulfillment, confirming that I am doing a meritorious job. My throbbing pussycat is also relishing my work. My pants are soaking wet, and I drip even more when I feel his hand sliding up my dress.

A glorious moan escapes my throat, echoing in the serene, heated car as his finger rubs my clitoral area through the thin layer of my thong. I whimper, feeling my nipples twitch under my bra, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. His touch is electrifying, heightening the intensity of the pleasure coursing through my body.