Page 6 of Therapy Session: Session Two
Her hand snaked from my leg to find my dick through the material of the joggers that I was wearing. My shit got hard almost in an instant; she leaned over to me and pulled the elastic waistband and reached inside and grabbed my dick. I groaned at the feeling of her hands.
Cedes traced kisses down my jawline, then turned my head slightly. When I didn’t lean into her attempt to kiss me, she bit my lip. Then fished my dick from my pants and was stroking it as we continued to drive down the highway.
She leaned over and flicked the tip of my dick with her tongue. She started to take it inch by inch into her mouth. We were on the four-lane interstate, and her head was buried in my lap. Though no one could see through the presidential tinted windows on the truck.
I fought to keep my head up and my eyes open as I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth from the seat. But the speed at which I was driving my truck, was evidence of how good she was sucking my shit. She didn’t tap out; she only repositioned her body so she could take it all. Her moans as she sucked me took me to another level. Her mouth was lethal.
“Damn, Mercedes,” I groaned, winded as I shot ropes of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop and then smirked as she sat back in the chair and reclined it. I adjusted my dick in my pants.
“Now slow the hell down.” She giggled.
Planting her foot back into the leather seat, she hiked up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and from my angle, I could only tell that she was freshly waxed.
Her hands went between her legs as she rubbed her pussy right in the seat without a care in the world.
“Now I’m hornyyy. You need to pull over,” she whined as her hand moved faster against her middle.
The sight of her doing it had taken me by surprise. Cedes was freaked out.
We still had a way to go before we made it to our destination, so I did as she asked me. I got off at the next exit. The mile marker let me know there were several gas stations, businesses, and restaurants nearby. Checking my surroundings, I pulled into the parking lot of a medical building. It was the weekend, so it was closed, not a car in sight. I drove around back, same thing, it was empty. I pulled into a spot near a tree and put the truck in park.
“Come here,” I demanded as I let the seat back and reclined the chair to give her enough room to climb across the seat.
Lowering my pants, my dick sprang from my boxers.
I adjusted myself in the seat, and she fit comfortably. She lined my dick at her entrance, and we both groaned as she slid down. Her pussy was tight and gripped my dick. She threw her head back as she bottomed out and sat completely. I gripped her ass, digging my nails into her skin. She leaned forward and tried to kiss me again.
“Shit!” she panted as she bounced up and down on my dick.
I grabbed her by her neck, grounded her by her hips, and fucked her from my place in the chair.
“Damn, Tim!” she groaned as she massaged her breasts through the material of her dress and started rolling her hips against my thrusts.
“Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she pleaded. I kept that rhythm, making sure I hit that same spot again.
She held on to my neck as her body shook, and she yelled out. I could feel her wetting my dick, and it almost triggered my own release. I tried to hold out until she could come down from the feeling. She whimpered but continued to bounce. Her pussy contracting shattered any hope that I had of holding out any longer.
“Get up, Cedes,” I grunted.
She got up from her position not a second before I came. She fell back into the chair winded. Then she reached into the back seat and got some wipes to clean me up.
I took a minute or so to compose myself before I drove off and got back on the highway.
By the time I made it to the road again, she was looking at me with a smug look on her face. I turned toward her.
“What’s up, Mercedes?” I questioned her as I took my eyes off the road for a second to give her my attention.
“I can tell you’re in your head about your wife. You were worried about me, but now I’m worried about you. You’re not talking back to me; you don’t want to kiss me. Don’t bring me here to give me no subpar dick, Tim.” She scoffed, making me chuckle.
Most niggas would take offense to that, but I didn’t. Because she was right. I was thinking about Breeze the whole time. As soon as I nutted, I felt guilty as hell.
“Chill,” I laughed.
I continued to drive and changed the subject. We talked about how life had been since the last time that we had spoken. She was good company for the road; she could hold a decent conversation. We talked a lot about what she does at the bank and how things were going for me at the dealership.
After a while, I pulled up to the place that we would stay at for the night. She looked around at the scenery.
“Ohhh, I love this,” she said as her eyes grazed the sky that was just darkening. I didn’t acknowledge it. Just nodded as we continued to walk down the boardwalk to find the room that we would be in.
