I drove up to the top of the parking structure and waited for his car. He was on his way, he messaged me and he said he would be there shortly. I looked for a parking spot out of the way. After so long, we were getting used to finding the best uninterrupted places for car fucking. The best was usually by the police station, strangely enough. There was something dirty and exciting about the risk of getting caught in such a big way. I was addicted to the thrill, and he was addicted to me.

Z pulled up next to me and climbed into the back seat. He reclined the seat all the way back and I turned on the air vents and turned the radio down low. I moved to the spacious backseat of my car and climbed on him.

Three days seemed like weeks. I hated not being able to see him on weekends. I knew where he had been, and it was torture to think of him with that other woman- but I was not going to complain to him, who was I to complain- for I was with someone also. I straddled his lap and crushed his lips to mine. Warm and soft, we melted in to each other. Moaning softly and inhaling the scent of his skin. He was gorgeous. Manly. And for the moment, he was mine.

I pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran my fingers up his stomach, touching his skin as he pushed my head back and kissed my neck. This was how we did it, always taking precious moments to fill the space between us. His tongue licked up the side of my neck and he nibbled on my ear. Whispering to me, telling me how good I felt and how he could wait to touch me. I drank him in. His words. His touch. These moments seemed so few, even though it was quite a lot by secret affair standards. We were dangerously close to getting caught, by our employer, our friends, our significant others… dangerously close. It was part of the attraction.

He pulled my face to his again and pressed his lips into mine- inviting my tongue into his mouth to slide over his, lick the inside of his lips- suck on them. My hands moved slower down to his pants. Undressing him was always so exciting. Exposing him, in public- it was such a thrill for me. I moved beside him and continued to kiss him as I opened his pants and pulled them down, just enough to expose his cock. Waiting for me. He kissed me once more and whispered the words to me. He always did this. Always expressed his feelings before the sex began. He was divine.

I signed with pleasure and then grasped his cock in my hands, starting to stroke it as I moved my mouth down on him. He let out a gentle groan of relief and put his hands gently on the back of my head, where he knew I liked them. I moved on his shaft. Slowly and lovingly. Pleasing him. Worshipping him. He grew harder in my mouth, but I continued to move on him slowly. It had been three days and I wanted to put my mark back on him. Let him know who he belonged to. Remind him of the only one who truly adored him. He ran his fingers through my hair and encouraged me to keep going, don’t stop. I wasn’t going to. Not until he was where I wanted him.
Right on the edge.
Throbbing and aching.

I changed my rhythm and speed, slowly and lovingly… then harder and faster. More suction, tighter grip. He ached and moaned beneath me, wanting so badly to cum in my mouth, but he knew that I was not having this today. He knew what I wanted. He knew that while I was never in control, he would be wise to give me what I needed this day. He resisted giving in. Never wanting to relinquish control. Always wanting to show me who was in charge. And I well knew, but I needed this. I needed him to want me.

I stopped and looked up at him, my eyes wild with wanting. He looked down at me, his breathing shallow and ragged. His face slightly flushed and his eyes smoldering and staring through me. He knew what I wanted.

I looked back down. His cock, laying against his stomach. Thick, hard, swollen… glistening from my mouth being on it. Fuck, he was gorgeous. This image would burn into my brain for years to come. This perfect hard cock. Delicious and waiting. I ran my tongue up the length of him, and sucked gently on the head. Sweet torture, I knew.

I would have him.

He growled at me.

I softened my mouth, but continued to work his head against the roof of my mouth.

He hissed at me, “Do it.”

I looked up at him with innocent eyes, “hmmm?”

He scowled at me, “Fuck…me…” he said again.

I sighed again, slowly moving my mouth down his shaft again, slowly. His cock throbbing harder under my mouth.

He pulled me up by my hair and pulled his mouth close to mine, “Please,” he said desperately, “Please fuck me baby. Fuck me now. Please.”

I moaned pleasure into his mouth.

The beautiful surrender.

I lifted my skirt and sunk my cunt down on him. He filled me. His gorgeous cock invaded my cunt. His hands went to my hips and he moved with me, pressing against me as I pushed down. Our bodies grinding together as I gave him his release. As his cock filled me with his hot cum, my orgasm sent shocks through my body as our lips met once more.

We kissed desperately, catching our breath, savoring the moments of what we knew would eventually be our last. Lost in the thick haze of passion, control and sexual energy. This day he belonged to me, but he knew that I would always belong to him.