Chapter 89: Car Sex III R18+

Xavier brought his hand down on her right ass cheek with a crack that echoed through the Panamera.

Amira gasped, her rhythm faltering for half a beat. "Harder."

He slapped her again, the impact leaving a pink bloom on her dark skin, and this time she pushed back into the sting, grinding her clit against the base of his cock in tight, desperate circles.

"You like getting your ass smacked while my dick’s buried in your cunt?" Xavier’s voice was pure gravel now, his hips pistoning up to meet her. "You like being fucking marked?"

"I love it," she panted, reaching back to grab his wrist and guide his hand to her other cheek. "Do it again. Fucking do it again. Make my ass sting so I feel it tomorrow when I’m sitting at my desk pretending I don’t know what your cock tastes like."

The image hit Xavier’s brain like a lightning strike. Amira in her tight skirt and silk blouse, sitting across from him in the conference room, shifting in her chair because her ass still remembered his palm. His dick throbbed inside her, and he delivered three slaps in rapid succession, alternating cheeks, the smacks so loud they bounced off the fogged windows.

Each impact made her cunt clench around him.

Each clench dragged a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

"Ride me faster," he ordered, gripping her hips again and pulling her down onto his cock in a rhythm that was punishing, brutal, the kind of fucking that left bruises. "I want to feel your pussy cream all over my balls. I want you to soak the fucking seat."

Amira’s response was a moan that vibrated through her entire body. She braced herself against the front seat headrests now, giving herself leverage, and started bouncing with an intensity that made Xavier’s eyes roll back. Her ass slapped against his thighs with each descent . Wet skin on skin, a rhythm as primal as a heartbeat and her pussy made sounds that were downright pornographic, squelching and sucking and gushing until Xavier could feel her slick running down his balls, soaking into the leather beneath them.

"That’s it," he growled, watching her ass ripple with every impact. "Fucking soak my cock. Make a fucking mess. I want this whole car to smell like your pussy."

"It already does," Amira gasped, and then she laughed. A breathless, delirious sound that turned into another moan when Xavier reached around and found her clit with his thumb. "Oh fuck, right there, don’t you dare fucking stop..."

He pressed down on the swollen pearl of her clit and rubbed in tight circles while she rode him, and the dual sensation. His cock battering her g-spot from the inside, his thumb assaulting her most sensitive spot from the outside. Made Amira’s thighs start trembling. Her rhythm faltered. Her cunt started fluttering around him, those involuntary spasms that signaled she was close, so fucking close, and Xavier leaned forward and bit the curve of her shoulder.

Not a gentle bite. A claiming bite. Teeth sinking into flesh hard enough to leave a mark she’d have to hide with a scarf tomorrow.

"Come on my cock," he snarled against her skin. "I want to feel your cunt milk every drop of cum out of me. I want you to scream so loud the whole fucking city hears."

Amira’s orgasm detonated.

Her back bowed and her mouth opened on a scream that seemed to get caught somewhere in her throat before it finally ripped free, raw and animal and unashamed. Her pussy clamped down on Xavier’s cock in rhythmic pulses, squeezing him so tight that he could barely thrust, and then she was gushing. Not squirting, but flooding, a rush of hot slick that drenched his balls and his thighs and the already-ruined leather seat beneath them.

"Yes yes yes FUCK yes Xavier don’t stop don’t fucking stop your cock is so deep oh my GOD..."

She kept riding him through it, even as her legs shook and her arms wobbled and her voice cracked into something barely human. Her pussy kept milking him, those deep internal contractions that felt like her body was trying to pull the cum right out of his balls, and Xavier realized he was talking now, a steady stream of filth that poured from his mouth without conscious thought.

"Gonna fill this cunt up. Gonna pump you so full of cum it drips down your thighs when you walk into work tomorrow. Every time you sit down you’ll feel my load inside you. Every time you look at me across the fucking conference table you’ll remember how my dick feels buried in this wet little pussy..."

"DO IT," Amira screamed, slamming herself down onto his cock one last time, burying him so deep that her cervix kissed his tip. "Give me every drop of your cum. Paint my insides. Fucking OWN this pussy..."

Xavier’s orgasm hit like a freight train.

His vision whited out. His hands clamped down on her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place while his cock erupted inside her, pulse after pulse of thick cum flooding her cunt. He could feel it. The heat of his own release spreading through her, mixing with her slick, the way his semen filled every crevice of her inner walls until there was nowhere for it to go.

His dick kept jerking inside her, kept pumping, even after the first violent spasms subsided, and Amira ground back against him in slow, satisfied circles, her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

"That’s it," she breathed, her voice hoarse and fucked-out. "Fill me up. All that cum. All that fucking cum inside me."

Xavier slumped back against the door, chest heaving, still buried inside her. His pulse hammered in his ears. The windows were completely fogged now, the city of Kenvale reduced to a blur of amber smears beyond the condensation.

Amira twisted around to look at him, her face still marked by the remnants of their earlier release, her eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied.

"We’re doing this again," she murmured.

Xavier let out a breathless laugh. "You really don’t know when to stop, do you?"

"Not when it’s you."

That earned another tired smile from him. Whatever teasing reply he had disappeared as exhaustion finally caught up with them.

They collapsed against each other, half-dressed and tangled together beneath the sheets. Amira rested her head against his chest while Xavier pulled her closer, neither of them caring about the disheveled state they’d been left in.

Their breathing gradually slowed, the silence broken only by the occasional soft laugh or tired sigh.

Amira shifted closer, fitting herself against him.

"Comfortable?" Xavier murmured.

"Very."

He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.

For several quiet minutes, they simply lay there together. Warm, exhausted, and completely spent, the intensity of the night finally giving way to something softer.

Amira smiled against his chest.

"Still think we’re not doing this again?"

Xavier chuckled.

"It’s late already let’s rest abit before I drop you off."