Page 29 of Professional Liar
She shoved back down, and I groaned. Lady had a point. I let go of her hips, despite my reservations, and let her ride me until she started to falter. Then I took control and dragged her down to meet my body as she rode out her orgasm. When she sagged in my arms, I let her go and stuttered through my own inhales and exhales. Taking my time focusing on each rocking breath as it escaped my body. My cock still hard, I didn’t come. I gave her what she wanted, with less risk. She shifted onto the other seat, and the second she cleared my lap, I grabbed my cock, still slick from her orgasm and jerked myself off.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated as come poured down my hand, onto my pants.
Kat grabbed a towel from the back of the seat and tossed it toward me. I cleaned myself up best I could and stripped out of everything except my underwear and t-shirt.
“Are you going to walk inside naked?”
I shrugged. “Nothing they haven’t seen before. Besides, it’s my house.”
“Do you do this often?” she asked, a smile curling her lips.
“For you, I might.” The car pulled up outside our house and I pointed toward the door. “Now get out. We need to talk.”
