Chapter 829

Chapter 829: Chapter 829

I slapped her ass again, harder this time, the sharp sound loud inside the car. The thick flesh rippled under my palm. I immediately gripped both cheeks with both hands, spreading them slightly, and helped her bounce, pulling her down onto my cock every time she dropped.

"No contest," I continued, voice low and filthy as I thrust up to meet her. "Your ass is in a league of its own, Kayla. Thicker, softer, better than anyone else’s. Jasmine’s is nice. Tessa’s is great. Nala’s looks amazing in those tight skirts... but none of them come close to this. Every single time you bounce on my cock I can’t look away. This perfect fucking ass was made to be watched, slapped, and fucked."

Kayla’s breathing picked up. She bit her lower lip and started dropping herself down harder, the wet, filthy slap of her soaked pussy taking my cock growing louder inside the car. I kept talking while I leaned forward, sucked one of her stiff nipples into my mouth, and spanked her ass in alternating smacks, left, right, left, right, watching the soft flesh jiggle and slowly turn pink.

"Such a thick ass," I muttered against her breast between sucks. "Everyone knows it. I know it. You know it. And you love hearing it, don’t you? You get so fucking wet when I tell you how much better this body is than anyone else’s."

"Shut up..." Kayla moaned, though her voice was shaky and her hips didn’t slow at all. She kept slamming herself down onto me, her thick thighs flexing with every movement. "You’re just saying that because you’re inside me right now..."

"I’m saying it because it’s true." I gave her ass another hard slap and squeezed both cheeks roughly, using them for leverage as I thrust up harder. "Look at how this ass moves. Look at how it swallows my cock every time you drop down. No one else feels this good. No one else looks this good while they’re riding me. You’re the best, Kayla. This ass is the best."

She moaned louder, her walls starting to flutter and tighten around me in short, rhythmic pulses. The car rocked gently with every bounce. Rain still tapped lightly against the windows, but neither of us cared anymore. I kept sucking and biting at her nipples while my hands stayed locked on her ass, spanking and groping without stopping.

"That’s it..." I groaned, voice rough. "Ride me while I tell you the truth."

"Fuck..." Kayla panted, her bouncing growing more frantic. She was gripping the grab handle so hard her knuckles were white. "Keep talking... don’t stop... it feels so good when you say it..."

I smirked against her breast and gave her another sharp smack.

"You love it. You hate that you love it, but you do. You get off on knowing this body is better. On hearing me say no one else measures up. On knowing that when I’m with the others I’m still thinking about how much better this thick, perfect ass feels."

Kayla’s breathing turned sharp and rapid. Her movements became almost desperate: short, hard drops that made her ass clap loudly against my hips. Her pussy was clenching harder around me with every thrust, getting tighter and wetter.

"Evan... I’m—" she gasped.

"I know." I thrust up harder, spanking her ass one more time. "Cum for me while I tell you the truth. Cum on the cock that belongs to the girl with the best ass out of all of them. Show me how much you love hearing it."

Her whole body tensed. A choked, high-pitched moan tore out of her as she came hard. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, squeezing and fluttering wildly while a fresh rush of wetness spilled down my shaft. Her thick ass trembled and jiggled with every small aftershock as she kept grinding through the orgasm, soft broken sounds spilling from her lips while her walls milked me greedily.

I kept my hands on her ass the entire time, squeezing and stroking the soft flesh while she shook and came on top of me, still whispering filthy praise against her skin.

Kayla was still trembling from her last orgasm when something in her seemed to snap. A low, almost feral little growl escaped her throat. She suddenly climbed off my lap, turned around on the back seat, and leaned forward on all fours. Then she glanced back over her shoulder at me with dark, hungry eyes, reached back with both hands, and spread her thick asscheeks wide open. Her tight little asshole twitched visibly in the dim light.

"FUCK," she hissed, voice raw. "Stick it in there, Evan. I’m itching for it... do it. Fuck my ass like the slut I am. Do it."

I chuckled under my breath, still catching my own breath. "There she is. There’s the real you."

I shifted forward on my knees behind her. Instead of lining up right away, I leaned in and buried my face between those perfect cheeks. Kayla immediately pushed back against me, one hand coming back to grab a fistful of my hair and shove my face deeper into her ass.

I dragged my tongue slowly over her tight hole in a long, wet stripe. She moaned the second the tip of my tongue made contact. I licked her again, slower this time, swirling around the soft rim before pressing the tip inside. Her asshole was warm and responsive, twitching against my tongue every time I pushed a little deeper. I ate her out thoroughly, long, messy licks, firm suction on the rim, the occasional gentle nibble on the soft flesh of her cheeks while my tongue worked her open. The taste of her, the heat, the way she kept pushing back and holding my head in place... it was intoxicating.

"Fuck... yes... just like that," Kayla panted, still spreading herself for me. "Get that tongue in my ass... eat it... make it nice and wet for your cock..."