Car Sex Story Novels & Stories

He couldn’t wait any more,it’s been so many years since he had anyone,since he felt inside the walls of a warm wet sex,he needed her now. He tore of her dress,making her gasp ,quickly promising her a new one ,he tore off his clothes too exposing his over 14 inches black cock ,girthy and dripping with pre cum,sticky big drops ,and soaked half his length already ,he lifted belle and laid her on the table drawing her to the edge of it , and spreading her legs, she had obviously had sex before , thank God cause he would have felt bad about pounding into her with his curse of a dick.

"Xavier, we've been together for six years. Six years. And you're going to throw all of that away to sleep with her in the backseat of our car?" Xavier's expression didn't change. He looked at me like I was being irrational, like I was the one causing problems. "Don't overreact," he said dismissively. "This is only business, Cathy. All physical and nothing emotional. It doesn't mean anything. There's nothing for you to worry about." I felt like I had been slapped. Business? He was calling this business? "My husband is about to have sex with another woman in our car," I said, my voice shaking with rage and hurt and disbelief. "How can I not overreact to that? This is insane, Xavier. This is c

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

Secretary Kim spoke while trying to meet up with his boss who was walking rather fast. His boss has amazing long legs and was always walking really fast. He was having a hard time keeping up.. A limited edition Royce phantom pulled up in front of the company and he got into the car immediately.. "Drive." He spoke and the driver immediately stepped on it.. **** "Hey Wifey." Xavier called out in a sexy and alluring voice and planted a kiss on her forehead.. "Hm." She opened her eyes and stared at his beautiful face for a moment before planting a kiss on his sturdy chest and got outta his embrace..

She urged, going to sit on the same Cushion her friend was seated on. Karen narrated everything that happened the previous night, from when he had hit her car and refused to apologize to when they started kissing outside before finding their way inside. “How is he like, you know… in the bedroom?” Ciara had interrupted her narration, her eyes glinting mischievously. “He's something else. He really knows how to work on a woman.” She replied shyly. By the time she finished her story, Ciara was already screaming and shouting in happiness like she had won a lottery while Karen was blushing deeply.

"This car is the Pommel Fire, the first in its series. We're making it so fast, so powerful, that the body can't be that simple without reducing those two factors. It's so strong it can go through a brick wall, and it's completely waterproof. It may not be our most beautiful car, but it's certainly the most powerful-" "I'll pay you double the price," Xavier interrupts, "right now, if you'll let me drive it out of here right now. We are in a hurry." "Double?!" he says alarmed, "but sir, this car is worth-" Xavier hands him a debit card. "Now. Hurry up." He seems to be annoyed by the man and his surprised attitude. The man gives Xavier another surprised look, then backs into an office. We wait

Beautiful, but forbidding, with a hint that entry did not come with any guarantee of exit. Vixen was not a delicate flower, and in her twenty-six years of life, she had learnt that there were some people that just had decayed souls, and that the law only went so far towards controlling them, but Gregory was a good guy, for all his shady side. She trusted her sense of people, it was what made her a good Domme, and had never led her astray. She parked the Ferrari neatly between a Maserati and a Porsche. Nice, she thought, wishing she could take a snap for her social media, but the owners of the Maserati and Porsche probably would not appreciate it.

She surprises me when she places a hand over it and trails her long fingers through my fingers. “Let’s pull over,” she takes me by complete surprise. “I fancy car sex.” “Really?” Fuck if that doesn’t make my dick almost pop right on out of my pants. “Yeah, why not. Pull the car over somewhere quiet, Stone.” I raise my eyebrows, wow who’d have known that straight-laced, up tight Madison Lane would be up for some car sex down a back lane somewhere, hell who am I to argue with that request?

There's nothing else I need or want from life and anything else good that comes my way is gravy. "I'm ready to go home," Caroline whispers to me when we finally get a moment alone. "You got it, babe." I pull her to me and nearly carry her out of the place in my rush to get her alone. By the time we get back to the shop I'm too worked up to make it into the house. I end up laying her on the hood of a 1955 Chevy and yanking her shorts off. My cock is balls deep inside of her before she can say my name and I'm already working my thumb over her clit.