Chapter 67: Heavenly sensation

"Actually, I’m not planning to stop..." Tom’s response came out meek but it landed.

Stella swallowed hard and nodded.

Tom’s hands were still on her thighs when she moved.

The tremor had not fully left her legs, but the look in her eyes had already changed... She was looking more hungrier now.

She reached for him without asking, her fingers catching the front of his trousers, and the contact alone made his already throbbing cock throb hard enough for her to feel it through the fabric.

Stella’s brows lifted slightly. She pressed her palm against him more firmly, measuring the strain there.

"How long have you been holding this back?" she asked.

Tom’s answer left his mouth before he could dress it up. "I needed to satisfy you first."

For a second Stella only stared at him. Then delight broke openly across her face, sharp and pleased, as if that single sentence had landed deeper than the oil still burning under her skin.

She pulled him closer by the waistband, unzipped him with quick working fingers, and slid her hand inside.

His cock sprang free into her palm, thick and already leaking, flushed dark from how long he had kept himself in check. Stella’s throat moved as she swallowed. Her fingers wrapped around him and stroked once, then again, slower, feeling the full weight of him harden even further under the attention.

"I want to taste it," she said.

She didn’t wait for permission.

Stella shifted down as much as the back seat allowed, the oversized gown dragging against the leather, and took him into her mouth. The first wet heat of her tongue dragged a rough sound out of Tom’s chest. She worked over the head with deliberate focus, her lips sealing tight, then sank lower and took more of him with a control that made it immediately clear she was not guessing her way through the act.

One of her hands stayed wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what her mouth didn’t immediately claim, while the other braced against his thigh.

Tom’s head tipped back against the seat.

The public lights washing faintly across the tinted windows didn’t mattered as much as the way her mouth moved over him.

She sucked him with clean, ruthless skill, her tongue pressing along the underside of his cock each time she drew back, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper again. Every time he throbbed against her tongue, she answered it, adjusting, tightening, as if determined to pull the reaction straight out of him.

He had lasted through the messages. Through the restroom. Through the sight of her squirting on his seat from a massage alone.

He did not last long under her mouth.

The climax hit him hard and early, torn up from the base of his spine before he could warn her properly. His hand shot to her hair as his cock jerked against her tongue, thick droplets of cum pumping into her mouth.

Stella took it without pulling off. She swallowed around him immediately, her throat working in smooth motions until she had taken every pulse of it. Only then did she ease back.

Her lips were shiny, her breath a little uneven... She swallowed hard again before she now wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb as if she had done nothing extraordinary.

Tom stared at her, his chest rising hard.

For a woman of her status; image-obsessed, publicly untouchable, engaged to a senator, the ease with which she had swallowed him left his thoughts briefly scattered.

Stella caught the look and held it. Her voice was lower now, thicker;

"Now, shall we get started properly?"

Tom’s cock gave a weak, overstimulated twitch against his open trousers. He shook his head once, still catching his breath. "Give me a moment."

He turned slightly away from her, enough to shield the interface as he summoned the Heart of Temptation Shop with a thought. The panel opened cleanly in his vision. His balance still held enough. He selected ’Second Wind Shot’ without hesitation and confirmed the purchase.

The effect hit almost at once.

Heat rose from his chest, spread down his abdomen, down to his cock flooding depleted nerves with fresh demand in high waves.

His cock thickened in full view of her, rising again with almost brutal speed until it stood hard and heavy against his stomach, flushed darker than before and visibly aching with renewed need.

Stella’s eyes widened.

The residual composure she had been holding frayed at the sight. Her gaze dragged over him openly now, from the taut line of his lower stomach to the thick, rehardened cock she had only just finished swallowing.

"...That should be pampered." she said softly, almost to herself.

She moved before the words had fully settled.

Stella climbed over him in the narrow space of the back seat, the gown got pushed up around her waist, her knees bracing on either side of his thighs. One hand wrapped around his cock to line him up against her soaked entrance. She was still dripping from the oil and her earlier orgasm, the slick heat of her smearing over the head as she sank down.

Both of them exhaled hard at the stretch.

Stella took him inch by inch, her cunt clenching and fluttering around the sudden fullness until she was seated flush in his lap, filled to the limit. For a second she only stayed there, forehead nearly against his, adjusting to the thickness of him inside her again. Then she braced her hands on his shoulders and began to ride.

The first rise and drop dragged a broken sound out of her throat. The next came faster. The oil and Stella’s arousal turned every movement filthy and effortless.

Stella worked herself over his cock with growing urgency, her hips rolling, her thighs flexing, the wet sound of her cunt taking him again and again filling the closed-off interior of the car while the fueling station’s lights continued to wash across the windows outside.