EroticReverie

Tate

I tried not to let the purr of the acceleration distract, and to be honest, after a few minutes of sucking his cock, the fear of how fast he might be going, only made me more wet. 

I trusted Kash. I wasn't sure why. I still barely knew him, our realtionship was mainly sex, and him spoiling me. But I knew he wouldnt do anything to hurt me, but he also wasn't a fucking god, even though the mans aura made him seem like one. 

When his cum spilled into my mouth with his fist in my hair, forcing his cock into my throat while the car sounded like it was going even faster , made my pussy clench, and I knew I was wetting his seat, just like he'd teased me about. 

I sit up and we're only minutes from being back at his place as I sqipe my thumb over my messy mouth, and he breathes heavily, slowing down in the car. After a moment he looks over, giving me a grin. 

"How does my cum taste baby?" he asks and I roll my eyes. 

"Like cum." I say and he gives a little chuckle, his one hand tucking his cock back into his pants as he drives.

Once we're at his place, he drives to the side where his twelve car garage is. 

"You have enough cars?" I ask as I get out, completely naked, slipping off my shoes and holding them as I walk barefoot  through the garage along the line of cars. 

"I like to collect them." he says. 

"You couldn't collect something simple...like baseball cards ? Or Stamps?" I ask as I walk along noting the names. Again, if not for the names and symbols I would have no idea just be looking at the cars themselves what they were. But I notice the Maserati, Porshe, Ferrari, BMW, a Bentley among others. 

"Because I can't drive a baseball card or a stamp." he says and I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes. 

"You know....if I didn't already know just how endowed you were in your pants...I'd think all this fancy car shit was compensating for something." I tell him and he smirks, his eyes roaming my body as I walk. 

He laughs slightly as I insult him playfully, strolling back towards him , dropping my shoes and sliding my hands up his chest over his suit and grabbing the lapels of his jacket. 

"Which one is your favorite?" I ask as I press against him, lifting my arms up around his neck as I push on my tip toes. 

"The one where this really hot stripper bitch sucked my cock in it while completely naked." he says with a little smirk and I roll my eyes. 

"Cause you've had so many other girls suck your cock in it too?" I ask, giving a little glare, as I think about him telling me I wasnt the first to suck his cock in that car, WHILE I was going down on him. like the jerk he is. 

"Jealous?" He teases.

"Disgusted." I say, lying.

He laughs and slides his hands down my bare back and grabs my ass, squeezing it.

"Lay back" he says, pushing me against the front of the lime green Lambo and I hold onto him. 

"What? No! what If I dent it?" I say, genuinelly worried. You didn't sit or lay on cars like this, that much I knew. 

"Shut up and do it." he says, grabbing my hands, taking them from around his neck and I sigh, carefully laying back as he lays me down over the low hood. 

"I want to take a picture of my two favorite girls together." he says and steps back taking out his phone and I laugh slightly, nervously as I gently push up on my elbows. 

"spread your legs nice and fuckin wide" he says, instructing me, and I can't tell if he's actually as turned on as he sounds by the idea of taking photos of me on his car. But I spread my legs. 

The smile on his face and then way he adjust his pants and starts to press on his phone screen, taking photo after photo, lets me know that this is actually turning him on. 

"Do you keep a little photo album? A keepsake of each blow job you've gotten in each car...is that what these are for?" I ask. 

"Shut up and look pretty" he says and I scrunch my nose and stick out my tongue and stick up my middle fingers.

He laughs. "sexy bitch" 

"Turn over, show me your ass." he says. 

I sigh. "Kash Im going to ruin your car." 

"No you won't , turn the fuck over and quit making me repeat myself." he says and I roll my eyes, carefully shifting my weight until im on my stomach. My legs going straight back as I prop myself up on my elbows. 

"Get on your knees, put that ass in the air." he says and I don't argue. It's his fault if his car gets fucked up. 

"Fuck yes, spread your fucking ass." he groans. 

"Kash" I whimper, because now I was getting strangely turned on by being a little car model whore for him. The sound of his voice, the excitment and fucking arousal in it from making me pose in such a lewd way on his car, had me all hot and worked up. 

"fuck Tate" he groans, the click of his phone still going off and I gasp when I feel his hands on my ass, and then his tongue against my hole, and pushing over it. 

"Kash!" I gasp as my palms push into the hood to push myself back. 

"you look so fucking hot, like such an expensive little whore , showing off on my car" he groans and then pushes his tongue down and into my pussy and I gasp, pushing back again to ride his tongue. 

"Kash" I whimper his name and I squeal when his arm comes around me, snatching me up and off his car. I look at the hood to make sure theres no scratches and dents. But before I can do a full check, he has me thrown over his shoulder and is carrying me out of the garage and to the house. 

"I can walk!" I squeal with a little laugh, while also moaning. God I was so wet for him.

"yeah, you can fuckin crawl too" he says and slaps my ass and I yelp as he carries me right into the house and then down into the basement, down to his little self made stripper room.

"Get on that fucking stage." he says, setting me down, and turning on the lights and music. 

I walk over and then step up onto the stage and the song that comes on, on the playlist I added, is Rope Burn by Janet Jackson. 

I watch him go right to his seat as the red  lights he chose this time fade in and out with the music as I place my hand on the pole and start to dance as I look at him, not doing any fancy tricks or climbing the pole or spinning on it, but dancing around it, rolling my body , watching his eyes study the curves and movements of every part of me. 

Then I walk around, one had still on the pole, pushing up off my foot, letting myself take a few slow spins around, before bringing my feet back down and putting my back to him, sliding both hands up the pole as I sway my hips then slide my hands down the pole as I bend over, spreading my legs slowly, lowering myself into the splits, and then lifting slightly and coming back down , bouncing my ass on the stage. 

I lay back, arching my back, pushing my head to the floor as I arch even harder so I can look at him as I lift my hips and slide my hands over my body and spread my legs, dropping my back to the floor and rolling over onto my stomach, pushing up on my hands and knees.  I lean my head to the side and roll my neck, whipping my hair around once as I then lower my tits to the stage, my ass still high in the air as I keep my eyes on him. 

the way he was watching me was driving me crazy, I wanted to get off this stupid little stage and sit on his lap, take his dick out and ride him for the rest of the day till my pussy hurt. 

I lay my head on the stage, my cheek to the floor, ass still in the air and twerk it behind me so he see, even though my ass isnt facing him. I push up, turn, and grab the pole, lifting myself up to my feet again, hooking a leg around the pole, pushing off on my other foot as I let my hair fall back as my back arches. 

I grab the pole with the other hand, and without going back to the ground first I climb up the pole , then one hand up on the pole, the other down, supporting my weight as I lift my legs, bending them at the knees slightly, waving my legs before I make my ass cheeks flex one at a time, making them look like they're bouncing and then relaxing my muscles, dropping my feet to the floor as I bend over , my ass to him, and shift my weight frome one foot to the other as I shake my ass and then dip down into a crouch, looking over my shoulder with one hand still on the pole as I look at him, bouncing my ass. 

He stands up coming over to the stage, moving the few feet from his chair, standing there as I move onto my back, and spread my legs wide into a split, his eyes going to my pussy and then I close my leg and push one foot out against his stomach gently, trailing it down and brushing it over his erection in his pants, grinning as I lean back on my elbows and slide my foot between his legs, and reach it back and drag it forward over his balls and push my toes back up over his length, his hand grabbing my ankle, making me gasp when he yanks it, making my ass slip and my arms fallout from under me slightly as he pulls me to the edge of the stage.

Pulling me to sit up, my legs spread, hanging over the edge as he stands between them. I grab his tie and pull him to my mouth, curling my fist in his tie as I tease him with my mouth, brushing my lips over his and pulling back, flicking my tongue at his open mouth and I watch his nostrils flare as he grabs my jaw, fists the back of my hair and jerks my head back and shoves his tongue into my mouth. Taking what he wants. My tongue pushing back as I moan and he holds my jaw so firmly, his grip tight, almost ina  bruising grip as he demands more of my kiss and has me whimpering into his mouth. My little attempt at teasing already shot to shit as I turn to fucking putty in his hands. 

My hands work his tie, yanking it loose then the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off along with his suit jacket, then lifting his tie up, and instead of taking it off or having to break out kiss, I pull it down over my own head and he then pulls back and grins as he breathes heavy, his hands reaching down to the tie, and tightening it, slipping the knot up and I swallow against the snug fit of the tie and he flips it over my shoulder, and pulls on the length of the tie , choking me just enough to make me fucking needy. Needy for him, and need for a full breath of air as he tugs it tighter and then crashes his mouth to mine as I gasp. 

My hands frantically work at his belt, I needed him inside of me again, always fucking needing him inside of me, and it drove me mad. How could I want anyone this fucking bad, ALL of the time? I didnt understand it, I never knew I could have an attraction this strong to anyone. But Kash had me under some asshole spell. Because he might be a rich prick, but he was already showing me sides to him that I doubt many others saw. It only made me crave him sexually even more. 

Dropping his pants just enough , I grab his cock and wrap my legs around him as I guide him towards me and into me, gasping when he jerks his hips forward, plunging into me.

Immediately he fucks me hard and relentless. Vicious thrusts that fill me with every inch of his cock, making me cry as I grab his biceps, holding on, as he curls his hands under my arms, hooking them on my shoulders, pulling me into him as he fucks me faster. 

I'm close to cumming, but Kash goes quickly. Cumming within a few minutes of being inside of me and then he pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around my neck, holding me to his chest, kissing the top of my head as he pants heavily, his cock throbbing inside of me, as the last drops of his cum drip into me. 

It was a quick fuck, and so intense that the length of it didnt matter. I didnt care that I had cum. All I cared about was Cash, and how fast I'd had him cumming, how I made him lose control of himself and bust early. How he didn't give a shit about my orgasm. I liked when he was selfish , maybe I shouldnt. but it turned me on when he took what he wanted. 

"Jesus" he murmurs into my hair and heaves a breath, kissing the crown of my head again, grabbing my face, lifting it and kisses me. 

"Watching you dance for me" he groans. "fuck it gets me so fucking hard for you" he says and then kisses me again. 

"Knowing that ass belongs to me now...and nobody else gets to see you fucking naked ever again except for me." he says and I moan as his tongue pushes through my lips and against my tongue. 

"you dance like such a hot fucking slut" he groans, and I feel his cock that was slightly going soft, get hard a rock again. 

"God, you have fucking ruined me" he growls. 

"I cant fucking stand not touching you, fucking you, kissing you, or being able to fucking look at you. I think about you all god damned day, and the only thought in my head is when I can fucking have you again." he says jaw clench and bites my lip and I moan. 

I'm yours, whenver you want me" I whisper against his mouth. 

"I'll never tell you no" I say licking my lips and grabbing his hips and pulling him all the way back inside me, and clenching around him. 

"make me cum Kash" I moan. 

"please make me cum"