Page 39 of War

Before I knew what was happening, Amantha straddled my lap and rubbed her pussy against my dick. She'd taken her pants off and only wore the smallest pink panties on her lower body. The reason for the devious smile, I would guess.

My eyes widened while my hands automatically cupped her ass.Friends. Nun. No, siblings. Do not fuck!

“Amantha,” I breathed.

Her hand reclined the seat back then stroked my face.

“The adrenaline rush made me so horny. I need you now.”

I shook my head. “We can't. I don't do relationships.”

“That's okay. We're friends with benefits. It's all for fun.”

For fun. Yeah, that made sense to me. And, Hell, who was I kidding? My thoughts were very non-sibling-like.

“No one gets hurt or expects more, right?” I asked.

“Right.”

It didn't take much to convince me.

“Okay. Fuck me, Amantha.”

Her mouth sank onto mine. Our lips and tongues fell into sync perfectly.

Her hands went to my jeans, and I did them. With no hesitation, she pulled my cock out, shifted her panties aside, and sank her heat onto it.

Mmm. I rocked up into her and we kissed frantically. Warm, wet perfection surrounded my dick as I bottomed out inside her. She was tight, perfect for me. I moaned against her lips. She felt better than anyone before. Why did she feel better?

She rocked her hips against mine, riding me mercilessly.

“Yes,” she breathed against my lips.

She needed fast, while her adrenaline high lasted. Plus, we were in a parking lot where anyone could see.

I used her hips to hold her close and helped her ride me.

Her clit rubbed against my exposed skin, and she threw her head back, moaning as we slid together.

The noises she moaned made my climax build quickly. From her wetness and noises, I could tell she was almost there.

“Yeah, that's it,” I encouraged. “Ride me. Take what you need. Make that tight little pussy clench around my cock.”

The words pushed her over, and she throbbed around me with a cry of pleasure. Almost immediately, I followed her, my cum erupting inside her and filling her up. She rested against my chest and a sense of contentment filled me as I clutched her to me. I stayed inside her.

When she caught her breath, she looked at me and smiled. “Your dick is perfect.”

I laughed. “So’s your pussy.”

She pulled off my cock, a thread of cum linking us together before she snapped her panties into place. She climbed back into the passenger seat.

A sinking feeling hit me as I tucked my dick into my jeans and re-did them. We'd been so in-the-moment, I hadn't thought about it. I thought about nothing except getting inside her.

I put the seat back up and looked at her. Flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, fingerprints on her hips, which I saw before she pulled her pants over them. Her look screamed “just fucked,” and I liked it.

What I hated was being the bearer of bad news. I had a sharp tightness in my chest as I said, “We didn't use a condom. I'm sorry.” I grimaced.

She waved a hand. “We did get a little... Eager. Don't worry. I'm on the pill. If you're clean, we don't have a problem.”