Smut obviously ..

As she closed her eyes, all she could focus on was his touch and how her body was hungry for more of it. He watched her as she could no longer remain still. Her back arched away from the seat, while her hands ran up her torso and over her breast.

It was so insane how this man made her feel. So intimidated and yet safe. So rough around the edges, yet beautifully delicate. Her mind exploded as he continued to rub her clit through the lace that covered her most sensitive area. How far was he going to take this? Shy, but her mind racing with her need to please him. Without hesitation, she slowly moved to get on her knees in front of him. A move that was easy to do being her size and the bigger spacing between the seats. His look of curiosity made her more confident. Without breaking eye contact, she started unbuttoning his trousers. Reaching for them and his boxers, she yanked them down to his ankles. She trailed her fingertips up the outside of his calves to his knees. She moved his legs apart to accommodate her between them.

Suddenly a little nervous under his hungry gaze, she ran her fingertips up and down his inner thighs causing his dick to twitch. She couldn't take her eyes away from it. Her mouth watering to taste him. As if sensing her nervousness, his hand came up to hold the side of her face, he runs his thumb over her lips causing them to part. He watches her as his other hand started stroking his throbbing hard cock. To her amazement, she loved watching him do this. She could literally feel how soaked she was becoming. Looking up at him as if silently asking for his permission, she could no longer wait. She craved him.

She'd only known him for a short time and in that short time, she'd grown so infatuated. He became her every thought. His witty charm mixed with his sarcastic personality equaled serious sex appeal. He could demand all attention just by walking into a room. He could easily have any woman he wanted, but he was here with her. He was everything a made man should be and her, she was just some waitress who worked at a night club. They met strictly by chance in a private room. She had gotten so sidetracked just by his dark blue eyes that night.

that's what she was now, held captive in this gaze they shared. He ran his thumb back over her lips a little harder, smearing her red lipstick. She found this to be incredibly erotic watching as his eyes dilated. She could feel every bump the driver was hitting snapping her from the daze and she became reluctant. He became impatient and could no longer endure this dancing between them. He needed to feel her. Every bit of her imperfect body under his hands.

His hands wrapped around her, pulling her to straddle on top of him. Her dress make way, falling to each side exposing her to what he wanted most. They were now face to face. So stunned by his quick movement and the position she was now in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a hand gripping the back of his hair. She couldn't control her heavy breathing any more than he could control his movement.  He placed her lace clothed wet entrance against his very hard erect cock. A hard grip on to her hips, pushing down, rocking her, so she was grinding against his dick. 

Labored breathing, he watched her face as she was reacting to his movement. Softly moaning at the friction he was creating that she so desperately needs. Her forehead falling against his with her mouth in the form of an "O" shape.  He smirked and pressed his hips up to meet her pushing down onto him. She ran her hand across the side of his beard trailing down to his lips separating them. She lightly nipped and sucked on his bottom lip earning her a low grunt. The sexiest sound she's ever heard. She wanted to hear it again and again. She loved the way his trimmed beard felt against her. Rough and yet soft to the touch.He slipped his hand down in between them and with one smooth move he unclipped the lace body suit. Both of them keeping eye contact knowing exactly what each other wanted. Forgetting what event they were meant to be attending and how much time that left them. She now looking like a train wreck fuck nonetheless.

She took a shaky deep breathe and lifted herself up with help from his grip on her waist.

She was too worked up to remain shy.

"Fuck me"

She whispered in his ear.

With that being said, he slammed her down on his hard cock, filling her every inch as she cried out. Her hot entrance now clenching around him like a too tight glove, coating his cock with every bit of her soaking wetness. She gripped onto the back of the seat as she rode and bounced relentlessly. His fingertips dug into her hips so painfully pleasing. His head fell back onto the headrest, but never once taking his eyes off of her body. His dirty taunts were enough to make any woman weak. She swiveled her hips around in the middle of riding as she quickened her pace. She wanted to seem every bit as desirable, seductive as he was to her, so she slowed down in the middle of the quick and sped back up again, creating a sort of tease that he couldn't handle. She was so fucking wet and close that it was torture for her as well. She suspected he was close to judging by his grips, hard sloppy thrusting, and dirty talk... His accent alone could've made her come undone.

This man undefined by no word. He was what she wanted even though he came without promise, without knowing anything at all as to where anything could lead. She just knew she wanted him no matter the timing or circumstances. He was worth the wait and not for any other reason, but how he carried himself. This silent broken within the cover of strength. The made man who had a secret vulnerability.

Her death grip on to the back seat as she could no longer hold back her screaming moans. His hands fully around her hips, now picking her up and slamming her down on his hard cock as he was pounding it into her. Her hands flew into his hair and all she could do was scream out his name as she came so fucking hard. The hardest she's ever came before. Out of energy and every touch intensified, she wanted to prove to him that she could be whatever he wanted, whatever he needed. His cock was so big it hit the back of her walls at every angle.

She made a sudden swift move to turn around. What she's heard was called "reverse cowgirl" position. He hissed through his teeth in pleasure that he had been caught off guard. The man whose job is to always know what's coming, didn't see this coming. She aligned her entrance back up with his thick hard cock and sunk back down. She stuck her ass out, arching her back and held onto the seat in front of her. She picked up the pace of swiveling and bouncing as hard and as fast as she could. She used her grip on the seat to push herself down to allow his cock to go deeper.  His hands gripped her thighs and his fingernails dug into her skin. Pain and pleasure made a fine cocktail. He met her with thrusting and jerking her hips down onto him. She could feel her body beginning to shake and that exploding high she'd been chasing was so close. She could feel his body tensing and she knew he was right there with her. She grabbed his hands and slid them up her body to stay gripping her breasts. He gave her hard massages which drove her crazy. She arched her back into him riding him, rolling her body, her hands clinging to the top of the car, holding on. She couldn't contain herself from screaming his name as she felt herself cumming. Triggering him into his own hard thrust of release. Her body had never felt this way. She had never came so hard and it stunned her. She laid against his chest enjoying the euphoria of having his cum filling her, his semi-hard cock still twitching. She couldn't help but laugh slightly at this insane feeling. Trying to sustain his breathing, he gave her breasts one last squeeze before bending down to kiss her sweaty face.

All silent aside from labored breathes...
She turned to face him with eyes darting all over his beautiful face...

"What in the hell have I been missing?

Finally!
Only took me over a month.