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With a sigh I pulled over, taking my dick out for her. She unbuckled and leaned over the console, and I started driving again.

“This is unsafe,” I told her gruffly as she tongued my tip. “Can you wait until we get to the house? I’ll park and you can suck me off safely.”

She completely ignored me, ringing her plush lips around me teasingly. It was too much. I snapped, grabbed her hair, and shoved her down roughly.

That was too much too fast, and she gagged a bit before I let up. She kept at it, trying to take me as deep as she could. It was a valiant, distracting effort.

“If you don’t want me coming in your mouth, tell me now,” I told her. I was going to lose all coherent thought soon, I could tell.

I put my Tesla in self-drive for the first time. I’d never even tried it before, I didn’t trust it completely, but it was either that or crash.

“Use your hands,” I told her, burying both of mine in her hair roughly. I pulled it, tugging her up and down. I gagged her again and wasn’t even sorry. She’d asked for it. I showed her how to stroke the lower base of my cock while she sucked at the tip. “Deep throating is overrated,” I told her unsteadily. “A real good blowjob takes both hands too.” In spite of what I’d just said I pushed myself deeper down her throat. She didn’t gag that time, actually took it pretty well, and I started fucking into her mouth with a purpose.

“Ever heard of a skull fuck?” I asked her, but of course she couldn’t answer. I just kept talking and fucking her face, my dick getting deeper down her throat each time. I didn’t know if I was trying to scare her off or what, but I couldn’t stop saying crazy shit to her. “It’s when you fuck someone’s face with a purpose. Like a rough fuck to the throat with no breaks. Breathe through your nose. You’ve got this. Fuck, I’m gonna come. You’re going to swallow every drop. I want you to gulp it like you love it. Take my cum. Fucking take it.” The tip of my dick was pounding down her throat, and it was so out of line and I still couldn’t stop. I pushed deeper than I knew she could handle and started coming. She was gagging even as she tried to take it all down her throat.

I think I’m in love, I thought to myself, but of course I wasn’t stupid enough to say it out loud.

I was still gripping her hair, pulling it, being a bit of a bastard. “Clean it all up, little cum pet,” I told her in my best stern teacher tone. “Every drop that dripped out when you gagged. I want you to lick it clean.” She was moaning she was so turned on the more I talked. “There’s still some coming out. Suck the tip until it’s finished,” I told her raggedly.

Like a perfect dream girl, she did it.

I prayed I hadn’t soured her on blowjobs forever. I’d lost my fucking mind back there.

I took over control of the car with one hand, the other still in her silky hair. She started to sit up, but I pushed her back down. “I didn’t tell you you could stop sucking. Keep at it.” I thought I said that just to see if she’d do it. “This mess is your fault,” I told her harshly. “Clean it all up.” Angel that she was, she did it.

I praised her the rest of the way home, stroking her hair and keeping her face in my lap, her cheek against my softening cock. “Well, what do you think of blowjobs? Probably not quite what you pictured.”

Her hand was stroking my thigh like she couldn’t stop touching me no matter what I did to her. “I like it,” she said decisively and I laughed.

She sat up and smiled at me. “Did you like it? Was I okay?”

I almost melted and almost attacked her again right there. I stroked her cheek with my free hand. “You were so good. Best blowjob of my life.”

She blushed and narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying. Don’t make fun.”

“I swear. The way you did it, the way you took it down your throat and tried your best was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t go easy on you. I should have, but I lost it and you handled it so well, baby girl.”

She was flushed with pleasure now. “I loved it. I didn’t want you to go easy on me. I wanted you to show me how you liked it. I’ll get used to it and be better at taking you down my throat next time.”

I could barely stand it. It was a struggle to make myself stop touching her to put my dick away.

“How many times can you come in a day?” she asked suddenly and I about ran off the road.

“I don’t know. I’ve never kept track. Five? Maybe six if I pace myself?”

“I wanna break your highest record.”

“A man can only handle so much. How about we break your record? I’m going to make you feel real good when we get home, okay? I can’t believe I didn’t make you take your tits out for that. When I fantasize about you sucking me off, your tits are always out.”

She beamed at me. “You fantasized about that?

“Endlessly.”

“Tits out next time?” she asked.

I patted her hand, feeling more deliriously happy than I could ever remember. “Next time,” I assured her.

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