His Sweet Cup of s*x

Chapter 3

Once everyone is sent home and I lock up, I head across the bridge to find my

wife. Since her office is empty, I head down a floor to her workshop to see if

she's there.

Stepping into the large open area, I see the bright flashes of light bouncing off

of the light grey concrete walls.

"Angel?!" I raise my voice to let her know I'm here.

The flashing stops and I hear some clanking of metal on metal. A few seconds

later she beckons me,

"All good!"

I walk in to see her crazy red hair in a messy side braid and the welding gear

thrown half Hazzardly on the floor.

"If you want to close up early, I made dinner reservations at Paradiso," I

attempt to seduce her with food.

She flashes a gleeful smile in return.

"Yeah just give me 10 minutes."

We both walk back up to her office where she cleans up and steps back into

her emergency closet where she keeps replicas of her favorite outfits from

home.

While she changes, I take the loudspeaker from her desk and speak into the

mic.

"Attention all workers! We're ending the day early. The building will close in 5

minutes. Pack up and head home."

When I turn around, I see Avalon dressed in a stunning dress of all our

favorite colors.

The top is white and it fades into all the shades of grey before ending in a

wrap of black fabric that just brushes below her knees. Classy and beautiful.

"Beautiful," I say as she steps under my outstretched arm.

She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and we head out of the empty

building. We each give a nod to the night guard and walk to the side walk in

between our building to reach our matching Pagonis’s. Since Avalon's black

one is only used when we need to be separate, which is not often, we both

climb into my dark grey one.

I check to make sure she's buckled and pull out onto the street at a dangerous

pace of 97 mph which is a lot if you’re from the city.

As I weave around rush hour traffic Avalon turns to face me, "Ya know, I could

make this thing fly if you want."

I just smirk.

"I know you could, but that's what the Jets are for."

Her bell like laugh warms my body.

"Yeah and beds are for sleeping not having s*x in."

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. Excuse. Me.

I swerve the car into an alley between two buildings and rip my seat belt off.

I adjust my seat to move about a foot back and reach to rip off Avalon's

buckles too.

"Hey!" She says trying to swat my hands away. I put my seat back flat, one of

the reasons I love this damn car, and yank my wife to lay on it under me. My

body covers her entire form and then some, making it impossible to move.

"Jonah..." She starts, but I quickly flip her over and yank her dress up to her

waist.

"Hey!" She shouts.

I rip off her white panties and give her ass a hard slap.

Her whimper fuels me.

I slap her again, on the other butt cheek this time, just to hear her cry out

again.

"What is it you said baby? That beds aren't for making love to my beautiful

wife?"

I grip and rub my hands up her plump backside as she frantically shakes her

head no.

I give her another harsh spank. "Use your words, baby." I demand, watching

how her creamy bottom ripples and goes red at my force.

"No," she whispers.

I begin unbuckling my belt and kicking off my pants and boxers with the

limited space I can occupy.

Sliding my pulsating red and veiny c**k between her ass cheeks, I run my

hands up her sides and grip her hair. Putting my mouth next to her ear I

whisper, "you need to use your words. What is it that you want exactly? Be

specific"

Her whole-body shivers at my words.

"Yes, please."

I give a sick smile, one that the fragile folks outside of the b**m community

would call sadistic.

"Was that a please I heard?"

She nods vigorously. "Yes, yes I said please."

I stop grinding my d**k between her tightly muscled ass cheeks and force

myself into her drenched, warm, and welcoming core.

"AGH! f**k!"

Yeah, she's a screamer. Her yelling have me pounding so furiously that I have

to let go of her hair and reach around to grab her bouncing t**s so I can keep

her in place.

"God angel!" I yell as I see an overflow of her wetness covering us and getting

dangerously close to the car’s leather seats.

We’re both going to have to wrap this up soon unless we want to explain this

to the car detailer or have a cop knocking on our window like last time.

"Are you gonna let me make love to you tonight baby? In our BED?" I strain

out best I can.

"Yes, I will! I will, I didn’t mean what I said earlier!" She continues husking out

with every thrust while grunt with the effort of accommodating to this small

space.

When it becomes too much, I pull out and quickly flip her onto her back, only

to shove myself back in and demand her to c*m before I go after my own

release.

As always, her whole body tightens and shakes at the feeling of my warmth

filling her.

She always tells me how much she loves to feel me in her even past the time

of our orgasms because apparently it does something to the female body that

I just don’t understand. I wait for a bit anyway before I pull out just minutes

later after we’ve both caught our breath and reach into the console for baby

wipes. I wipe the complete mess of our activities out from between her legs,

then wipe myself, then go for cleaning the seat last.

Avalon continues to lay unmoving, still in her previous position and seemingly

unbothered. The temptation overwhelms me as it looks like she’s fully

prepared to go another round and I most certainly would oblige if this wasn’t a

paid reservation.

Her gorgeous and satisfied smile has me smiling right back. I stay between

her legs for a few more minutes, massaging anywhere that could be sore.

"Are you ready, baby?" I ask.

She nods, still speechless and I pull her dress down before she sits up.

Instead of putting her right back in her seat, I push the top of the dress down

until I can take off her bra. The flimsy lace gets thrown in the console and I

pocket her panties. When I pull her dress back up, her hard n*****s now poke

through, perfect for massaging while I'm bored. I lay her back in her seat,

buckle her in, and adjust mine back so we can drive off.

"Beds aren't made for fucking..." I growl mockingly under my breath.

"Everywhere is made for fucking."