What men won't do to get out of a speeding ticket

This is from a much longer story I have written where a woman cop has pulled over the local married rich womanizer guy who drives his sports car like a maniac every night. She had one encounter with him that morning when he thought she was just some random woman jogger and was propositioning her. She got the scoop on the driver from the station as she was chasing him down at over 100 miles per hour. He tells her driving his car like that is better than any sex he has ever had and offers to let her drive it which she takes him up on....

“So was it better than any you’ve ever had?” he whispered jokingly as he turned his body toward her and placed his right hand on the inside of her right thigh. “Almost made you cum in your pants didn’t it?” he said as he looked at her. If she got that rush from driving his car he could only imagine how she’d sound when she'd had an orgasm. He had delivered many of those to know what a woman sounded and looked like when she had one and she was pretty damn close. He watched her as she slowly started to regain her composure. She took her left hand off the wheel, placed it over her mouth, ran it across her face, through her hair, and let it rest on the back of her neck gently tugging at her hair. He watched her and imagined this is what she must be like after sex. He wondered if he would be lucky enough to ever give her that look.

She kept tossing around in her mind the dozens of reasons why as a female cop having sex with some rich married guy in his car at a rest stop in the middle of the night was not a good idea. She needed to find a way to answer him without speaking so he would understand her. She just couldn’t take the risk while she was on duty. She could feel him watching her even with her eyes closed. His hand still rested on her inner thigh and he began to move his fingers in slow small circles as he waited for her to respond to his question. She didn’t know if she had the heart to tell him that despite her young years she had already had loads of amazingly good sex. While driving his car was damn good it was not better than the best sex she ever had. It did make it really hard to fight off the urge to have sex with him right then and there though.

She eased the driver’s seat into a reclining position and slid her hips further down the seat. He wasn’t sure what her intention was in doing this because it made his hand slide farther up her thigh. He softly squeezed it to acknowledge its repositioning and waited for more of a sign from her. Then she did the unexpected and put her hand on his hand and slid it between her legs. He playfully and slowly moved his hand caressing her through the fabric of her clothes. Even through her clothes he could feel she was wet.  He wondered if it was from the exhilaration of the drive or if it was because she wanted him.

He leaned in closer to her still moving his hand between her legs. “You’re so wet. Did you really get this excited from driving my car or is it because you want me?” he whispered as he took her earlobe into his mouth.

She looked at him and said, “I wanted you from the moment you drove up alongside me this morning. Even though I acted like I thought you were an ass I really like a strong guy who knows what he wants. Do you remember what you said to me? You asked me to let you know the minute I was ready."

“That line usually doesn’t work on most women.”

“I think you know by now that I’m not most women, that I am as hungry for it as you are, and that I am so past ready.”

Damn, he was so turned on by her but he had the disadvantage here and didn’t know how much she knew about him. He wasn’t sure if he should just move forward or if he should tell her about himself. He started to speak “I’m marr..”, then she stopped him by putting her mouth on his. He thought she stopped him because she heard enough and it didn’t matter. She led with her tongue and when he gave her his she even came back with more and he felt like she was fucking him with her tongue. He could feel himself pulsing as he got harder with every passing second. He had to stop or he felt sure he would just have an orgasm from that.“Wait,” he said. “Let’s go outside.”

She groaned and tried to resist because she wanted him now. He broke away from her and moved to open his door. He looked back at her and said. “Come on, I’ll make it worth the interruption.” She noticed him reach in the glove box and pull out a handful of condoms and stuff them in his pocket. His wife has got to know she thought. How can a man keep a large box of condoms in his glove box and his wife not know he is getting it on the side. He grabbed a blanket from the trunk. She turned off the engine and met him at the front of the car.

He placed the still folded blanket on the side of the hood and began to take her uniform off, and kiss her body. She moved to unbuckle his pants but he said, “Not yet.” With her uniform off and pushed to the side he laid her on the hood of the car and ran his hands across her body. The hood of the car felt good in the cool morning air because the engine was still warm and the heat transferred through the hood to her body. The car was also slick from being washed and waxed recently. He dropped the folded blanket on the ground in front of the car. He moaned as he moved his hands lower to find that she was as smooth as his car. This was a treat he didn’t get very often. It was the way he preferred his women. It made sex much better because their skin touched everywhere completely. It also didn’t get in the way during other activities he enjoyed.

He knelt on the blanket. After he gently placed her legs over his shoulders she could feel him lay the side of his face on her, just below her navel, and move it back and forth across the smoothness of her skin taking in the smell of her. This made her want him even more. She felt like he was worshiping her and the delight her smooth skin would soon be giving his mouth and tongue. Slowly and softly he moved his tongue all along the outside of her, barely touching her. He buried his face more deeply into her and slid his tongue teasingly up her folds to separate her lips.

They both moaned. He from feeling and tasting her wetness and she from the touch of his tongue and the feel of the slight stubble on his face brushing against her. She had felt the pleasure of other men doing this to her before but none had ever been so sweetly skilled and so damned methodical in it. She began to rock her hips to match his rhythm and show him she wanted more. He moved his tongue higher in search of other points he could please on her body. She loved the slow, soft circles around her clit he made with his tongue. She loved even more the way he took it in his mouth and sucked it until she thought she would explode.

He put his fingers insider her while he trapped her clit between his tongue and the back of his front teeth and sucked hard. He wanted her to know that this an art or a drug for him and that he was totally lost in its enjoyment. He curved his fingers and reached even more deeply inside her behind her pubic bone. He knew she wouldn’t be able to resist this touch and she would have to release herself. Barely three strokes and she was pouring herself all over him in waves. She screamed and shuddered as he removed his fingers and placed his mouth over her so he could have all her sweetness flooding his mouth. Her entire body was spent and she didn’t look like she would be speaking or moving for a while.

He wanted to wait and not fuck her until the next time they could be together but he needed to be inside her now. He loved using his mouth to make a woman cum and he sometimes didn’t need to do any more than that to satisfy himself. He remembered that this was the whole reason why he began to cheat on his wife. He needed this and he loved it maybe even more than fucking them. When his wife told him she not only didn't like it but thought that it was filthy and disgusting he knew he needed other women because he couldn’t live without it. She knew that too and they had just accepted the fact that he would fill this need elsewhere.

He glanced down at her lying there on the hood of his car. She was lost in the feelings he had given her. He was a fairly good poker player and good at reading people and finding their tell. Just as he imagined, her post-orgasmic tell was her running her left hand across her mouth, sideways across her face, through her hair, and to the back of her neck. That made him decide he couldn’t wait any longer and that he had to be inside her. She was just coming down from her orgasm and he wanted to take her there again.

He unbuckled his suit pants and let them fall to the blanket. He never wore underwear anymore, not even the silk boxers he had previously worn. It just seemed like a wasted article of clothing that got in the way and besides he liked the way the silk trousers felt against his cock. It always kept him slightly stimulated as he moved and he enjoyed the glances he got from women when they noticed. He placed the condoms on the hood of the car, picked up one, opened it, and placed it on himself.

He remembered the first time his wife had seen the large box in the glove box in his car and her only response was to say, “I guess you not only have to suck them but you have to fuck them now too!” He remembered how quickly his wife had dropped the subject and began talking about taking a trip into New York City with her mother. She needed a new coat and a few other things for the winter and told him it would probably be only about ten thousand this time. What a bitch he thought; full evidence that your husband is fucking around and you talk about spending ten grand on new clothes. He was glad they never had any kids. She would destroy them with her constant talk of money, what it could buy, and how the people who don’t have it are just a waste of space on the planet.

He wondered what the woman laying on the hood of his car was like. He really didn’t know her at all. All he knew was they both enjoyed the pleasure he had given her and he wanted more now. He reached his hands under her ass to move her toward him. She let out a little squeal of pain and he felt how hot her ass was. The hood of the car had been too hot and slightly burned her. “Why didn’t you tell me it was hurting you?”

“If I did that you would have stopped and I couldn’t have you do that. It felt so good, your lips, your tongue, the feel of your face on me. I think the burn of the hood even increased the pleasure you gave me.” She moved her legs over his forearms to give him the leverage to pull her closer and keep her ass off the car’s hood. “Oh, I want you inside me.” She sat up slightly and, looked between his legs, and reached for his cock. Noticing that he was more well endowed than any of her previous lovers she jokingly said, “I just hope I can take all of you.”

A smile spread across his lips followed by a slight laugh. “Oh, that won’t be a problem.” With his strong arms he pulled her legs closer. She was still so wet that with one long, slow stroke his full length filled her. He pulled all but the head of his cock out of her and slid back to full penetration by leaning toward her and pulling back while he held her legs steady with his arms. He wanted to maintain control and please her as long as he could.

She felt the slight sting the thickness of cock caused as he moved back and forth inside her. His length was enjoyable but his thickness really brought the most pleasure to her body. Their breathing was in sync with each other as his slow, determined movements took her to the same heights his tongue and mouth had earlier. She knew that he would not allow himself to cum until she had reached her orgasm so she stopped holding back even though she wanted this to go on forever she pleaded with him “Harder.., Oh damn, you’re an amazing fuck!”©

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