My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 97: First Car Sex [2]

Damian watched Clara, mesmerized by the sight of her petite form worshipping his cock. Those innocent eyes longing for his dick made him want her more.

"That’s it, take it all," he urged, thrusting gently into her mouth.

Clara gagged slightly when he hit the back of her throat but pushed on, relaxing her jaw to accommodate more. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, drawing a deep rumble from his chest.

After a few minutes, Damian pulled her off, not wanting to finish too soon. He flipped her onto her back across the seat, her head near one door, legs dangling toward the other. He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his cock along her soaked pussy.

"You ready for me?" Damian asked, though it was more statement than question.

"Yes, fuck me," Clara begged, her nails scraping down his arms.

Damian thrust in with one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. She cried out, her walls fluttering around him as he stretched her. He paused for a second, letting her adjust, then began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

The car filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding. Wet slaps of skin on skin, Clara’s moans and Damian’s grunts. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her petite body in half, allowing him to drive deeper. Each thrust hit her g-spot, making her eyes roll back, her silver hair splayed wildly across the seat.

"Harder," she demanded, her hands gripping the door handle for leverage.

Damian obliged, pounding into her relentlessly, the suspension creaking under the force. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto her breasts as he leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth, biting just enough to send sparks of pain-pleasure through her.

Clara’s orgasm built quickly, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock.

"I’m close... don’t stop," she gasped.

Damian reached between them, thumbing her clit in rapid circles while he fucked her. It pushed her over the edge causing her body to seize, back arching off the seat as she came hard, juices squirting around his shaft, soaking his balls and the leather beneath.

Damian didn’t let up, chasing his own release but holding back. He pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her cum.

"On your knees," he ordered.

Clara obeyed, turning to kneel on the seat, facing him. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, eyes locked on his. He stroked himself furiously, the sight of her eager expression sending him spiraling.

With a guttural roar, he erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting into her waiting mouth. The first spurt hit her tongue, the second filling her cheeks. Clara swallowed greedily, milking every drop as he continued to pump, some landing on her lips and chin.

She licked her lips clean, then leaned forward to suck the last bits from his softening cock, swallowing it all down with a satisfied hum. Damian collapsed back against the seat, pulling her into his arms. They lay tangled together in the back, breaths ragged, the car smelling of sex and satisfaction.

But they weren’t done yet. As Clara nuzzled against his chest, her hand drifted down to stroke him back to hardness.

"Round two?" she teased, her voice playful.

Damian chuckled, flipping her onto all fours without saying a word.

He entered her from behind this time, gripping her narrow hips as he thrust deep. The new angle let him hit even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each plunge. Clara pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, her moans echoing in the confined space.

"You feel so good inside me," she panted, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, inviting him further.

Damian slapped her ass lightly, the sound sharp in the air, leaving a pink handprint on her pale skin. He loved how her body responded, how she took everything he gave. His pace quickened, the car rocking more violently now, windows fully steamed up. Clara’s second orgasm crashed over her faster than the first, her pussy spasming around him, pulling him closer to the edge.

He held out, wanting to prolong the pleasure. Pulling out again, he guided her to straddle him, facing away. Clara sank down onto his cock reverse cowgirl style, her petite frame bouncing as she rode him. Meanwhile, Damian’s hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass, urging her on. She ground down hard, circling her hips to feel every inch.

"Cum for me again," he demanded, one hand slipping to rub her clit.

She did, shattering around him with a scream, her juices dripping down his shaft.

Damian lifted her off, positioning her head in his lap once more. Without being told, Clara dove in eagerly, sucking him deep as he thrust up into her face. He came with a roar, flooding her mouth with hot cum. She swallowed every bit, her throat working around him until he was spent.

They collapsed together, spent and sated, the back seat a mess of sweat and fluids. As their breathing slowed, Damian kissed her forehead, tasting the salt of her skin.

"That was incredible," she murmured.

Damian smiled, eyes sparkling.

"Best car ride ever."

They shared a brief laughter before the car fell silent again. What was meant to be a quick pick up turned into a wild car sex and his first for this to matter.

"We should wash up before we leave."

"That’s a good idea..."

"But let’s stay like this a little bit. There’s no rush." Damian tightened his hug a bit while Clara went for his neck, sinking her teeth into it hard but he didn’t resist.

Instead he healed her head from the back, gently patting it while she chewed away at his neck, trying to give him a hickey.

"Are you that hungry?" Damian chuckled.

Only then did Clara slow down and pause. She stayed silent for several seconds before speaking.

"Just leaving a mark. In case this is the last time we get to do it." She mumbled, her voice barely a whisper but Damian heard it clearly.