Trevor’s nervousness was sharp—a tight knot of panic woven with raw, needy desire.
Chloe worked her jaw slowly, testing the depth and the heat.
Trevor was enormous, already straining against the roof of her mouth.
She took a mont, brushing her tongue against the slick, pre-cum-dampened tip of his cock, savoring the tallic-sweet taste that instantly ignited a mory of their first ti.
Trevor, anwhile, was losing his mind, his eyes dilating with pleasure. He pressed the palms of his hands against his mouth,
digging his nails into his lower lip to stifle the gasps that threatened to escape.
The warmth of her mouth was a shock, a sudden, dark pleasure he’d only fantasized about monts before. Her hand continued to stroke his cock, providing a rhythmic pump that made his breath hitch.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her deep blue eyes wide with a triumphant hunger.
Trevor could only stare, speechless, watching as she tilted her head and drove her mouth down again, swallowing him deep.
Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she worked, a muffled, desperate sound escaping the back of her throat as she struggled to accommodate his size.
"Trevor, boy, are you listening to ?" Chloe’s dad called out suddenly, his voice sharp and close.
Trevor’s heart slamd against his ribs. He snapped his hands away from his face and forced himself to look at the back of the man’s head.
Chloe, reacting with the speed of pure panic, instantly dropped Trevor’s cock and yanked the discarded section of his trousers up, covering him entirely.
She leaned back against the seat door as if she’d been sitting quietly the whole ti, her face slightly flushed and her lips wet.
"Yes, sir, sorry," Trevor managed, his voice a tight, strangled croak. He felt his cock pulse and swell violently beneath the restricting fabric, thick and throbbing.
"Just... thinking about what my daughter said. About the, uh, the Hunters recruit. Hope you plan to attend."
Chloe’s dad chuckled, montarily satisfied. "Yes, it will be huge! A massive investnt, wouldn’t you agree?"
Trevor just nodded, his entire body rigid, his eyes locked onto the rearview mirror for any sign of suspicion. The heat radiating off his cock was a searing ache.
A tense silence stretched for nearly thirty seconds—one of the longest thirty seconds of Trevor’s life.
Then, Chloe’s hand snuck out, barely visible below the seat cushion. Her fingers found the hot, slick head of his cock, still partially covered by his undone trousers.
She gave it a deliberate, slow, upward stroke, catching his eye in a gaze that was no longer innocent, but utterly predatory.
She leaned in close to his ear, her voice a low, breathy whisper that was barely audible above the drone of the engine.
"You’re so close to spilling already, aren’t you?" she murmured, her voice laced with triumph.
She didn’t wait for an answer. With one swift, expertly concealed motion, she pulled the fabric completely down and took him whole again, her warm, desperate mouth clamping down with a renewed, possessive vigor that made Trevor’s vision swim.
He bit down hard on his knuckles, his hips involuntarily trying to surge forward.
He was seconds away, completely lost to the demanding suction and the reckless danger of the mont.
Was he going to explode right here?
*********
Miss Silvia waited deliberately, hindering herself from leaving. Deep down, she was waiting for Trevor to show up.
No matter how much she tried to deny it, she kept lying to herself, but she just wanted to see Trevor again.
Glancing at her watch, it was clearly getting late. She stood up with a sigh and began packing her things.
"Was I too harsh on him the other day?" Miss Silvia began to think things through, her mind quickly recalling the events of that day and how he had held her in a deep kiss.
Miss Silvia closed her eyes, involuntarily imagining what it would feel like to have Trevor’s hands on her body.
She began to imagine how she would feel if he held her breasts lightly, perhaps kissing and caressing her.
"What the hell is wrong with ? Get yourself straight for once," Miss Silvia muttered, snapping back to reality.
She opened the door and walked out calmly, heading straight down to her car.
"The boy was just scared of getting into trouble, so he composed a little letter," Miss Silvia thought as she stepped into her car, her mood slightly soured.
*******
"Chloe, if you keep going like that, I might—" Trevor gasped, losing control, gripping Chloe’s hair as she rode her mouth up and down his throbbing cock.
"Agh!" Trevor imdiately clamped his mouth shut. The sudden realization hit him: he had spoken aloud.
"Boy, what did you say?" Chloe’s dad retorted, but Chloe didn’t stop. Instead, she slowed her pace, still looking up at Trevor.
What the hell is she thinking? If her dad turns at any mont, we would be cooked.
But Trevor couldn’t bring himself to stop her the pleasure getting intense
"Emm, yes s-sir... I think th-that’s amazing," Trevor stuttered, his cock still engulfed in the warmth of Chloe’s mouth.
"Amazing?" his dad pressed. Chloe stopped montarily, not knowing if her dad would actually turn around.
"It is far better than that, you little boy!" his dad chuckled. "I can hear the surprise in your voice! There was even one ti..." Her dad was off again, talking about politics as usual.
Chloe retained her focus on Trevor as she began sucking with renewed intensity. Trevor held his mouth closed, moving his head towards the window. He shut his eyes tightly as imnse pleasure began to wash over him.
Seeing what she was doing to Trevor, Chloe beca bolder, turning her mouth around slowly as Trevor shuddered. She then casually began licking his balls with her tongue.
Trevor lost all self-control as he held her head closer to his cock. He was edging, and he knew it. He shut his eyes tightly as a great wave of pleasure began to wash through him.
User Comments
0 comments from readers