— "Hey, boy... can I suck you?" I said, already leaning in with my mouth open, not waiting for an answer.
He looked shocked, like he still couldn't believe what was happening. I dropped down slow in front of him, pushing his skinny body back against the rusty metal of the old car.
I pressed my lips to the head first, licking slow, tasting the salty, hot flavor of sweaty cock. Then I opened wide and swallowed as much as I could. His dick was delicious—thick enough to stretch my lips, heavy on my tongue, throbbing hard while I sucked with hunger, bobbing my head up and down, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck, boy... what a tasty cock," I mumbled around it, drooling all over myself while I worked him.
I kept my lips tight on the way down, letting them slide off slow, tongue swirling underneath, feeling every thick vein swell against it. That sweet cock taste filled my whole mouth, the smell of male sweat hanging heavy in the dark air, making me dizzy with lust. He was moaning like crazy, almost losing it, his big hand on the back of my neck guiding me while his whole body shook.
"Kitten?" he called, voice rough.
I barely heard him. I was too focused, trying to swallow as much of that huge black cock as I could, feeling it stuff me full, rub the roof of my mouth, making my eyes water.
"Boss..."
Still not letting him out of my mouth, I looked up slow, still sucking lazy, tongue spinning on the wet head. He kept going, voice shaking with need:
"Let me fuck you... can I? I'm losing my mind to pound you."
You could see it in his eyes: that ugly, gangly kid, but completely gone. His eyes shone in the dark and his breathing was heavy, skin glistening even though it wasn't hot. That sight of him hit me hard. Heat shot straight through my chest and dropped right between my legs.
I stood up slow, knees aching from the hard, dirty ground, mouth swollen and his taste still stuck on my lips. I glanced around quick, checking if anybody was around, but nothing—just dark and wind. Nobody nearby.
I leaned back against the old car, the cold rusty metal creaking a little when I braced on it. The second I stuck my ass out, he came up behind me like an animal, his hot chest pressing into my back. His big hand went straight to my ass, gripping hard, spreading my cheeks. My eyes rolled back and I let out a loud moan, a long shiver running all the way up my spine.
I pushed my hips back more, offering myself wide open and soaked, giving him a full view of my pussy. I was too fucking horny, desperate to feel him inside me right there.
He dragged that thick cock over my crack without any shame, the swollen head rubbing my asshole first, then sliding down slow over my pussy entrance, pressing on my throbbing clit. Like he had all the power to decide where he was gonna fuck me. I was so worked up that right then, that ugly black guy with the delicious mouth could shove it wherever he wanted.
I heard the wet sound of him stroking and trembled, waiting for that dick. I moaned low, whole body shaking. I rolled my hips back against him, spreading myself until I felt the thick head forcing in. When he really started pushing, it felt like it would never end. Inch by inch he opened me up, going deep. My legs started shaking hard and my knees went weak. My nipples went stiff and sore against the thin fabric of my top.
"Holy fucking shit... fuuuuuck!" I moaned, voice louder than I meant.
His cock filled me completely. Hot and thick, throbbing deep inside. It felt so good I thought I could come just from him sitting there, not even moving, just feeling that huge dick owning me.
Then he started fucking.
The strokes were heavy, steady, deep. My body got slammed into the car with every hard thrust. I'd been holding this tension since we kissed on the track with Diego watching from a distance. For a second I felt a weird little pang—like missing him being there, watching, running things like usual. But Iuri's thrusts were too strong, too deep, and they didn't leave room for anything else.
Every time he buried himself all the way, a sound like a cat's mewl slipped out of my throat, almost a whimper. My legs were going soft, almost impossible to stay upright, thighs trembling out of control. Pleasure climbed fast, tightening everything inside while the wet sound of his strokes echoed loud in the dark.
The orgasm hit like a hurricane, blowing everything open, wrecking my whole body. I screamed, yelling with pleasure, feeling everything squirt out in hot, messy jets, soaking his thighs, dripping onto the dirty ground, running down my shaking legs. My pussy clamped down hard around him, squeezing, pulsing, and I shook all over, vision flashing white for a few seconds, body convulsing against the rough wall that scratched my back.
He'd come with me, I felt the hot, thick spurts flooding inside, but he never stopped pounding me hard and steady. He kept fucking without mercy, and I could still feel him rock-hard with every slap, sliding through the mix of his cum and my juice, pushing in and out with a wet, filthy sound that echoed in the dark. Every thrust made more of it splash out, dirtying my pussy, my thighs, the miniskirt bunched at my waist, dripping slow down my legs, sticking to my hot, sweaty skin. The strong smell of sex rose in the humid night air, mixed with the rusty iron of the car, and I felt everything leaking out, hot and slick, marking my body as proof of how completely gone I was.
"Fuck, boy, that shit feels so good, holy fuck..." I said, breathless, gasping for air.
To be continued...