Saturday, April 6, 2019

So Many Possibilities (Friday Flash #47)

I was a bit stumped by this week's Friday Flash prompt, but then I came up with this naughty idea.

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Hope you enjoy.

Ria ;)
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So Many Possibilities
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.


"Okay, where to?"

I looked down at the old map laid out on the hood of his car. "Hmm, there are so many possibilities."

"Pick one."

Worrying my lower lip, I debated various destinations—New Orleans, Santa Fe, Chicago, Seattle. Truth be told, I didn't care where we went as long as I was with him.

"Fucking pick, or I won't let you come tonight."

That got my undivided attention, but probably not the way he intended. Him getting all dominant and demanding poured gasoline on the ever-smoldering fire burning inside me just for him. Banked desire flared to life low in my abdomen and quickly raged through my veins, molten need already flooding my sex.

I turned around and looked up at him. "I know exactly where we should go."

My fiery intent must have been written all over my face, because the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "Tell me."

"I will, I promise." I moved closer, pressing myself up against his side. "First, I need your help."

"Oh really."

"Mmm-hmm." I trailed my finger down his fly, thrilled to feel him hardening at my lightest touch.

His scintillating gaze fanned the flames scorching me from the inside out. "How exactly?"

I flicked open his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. "I think we should let your come decide."

"One problem." He sucked in a breath as I freed his cock. "You know my come will end up all over that fucking map."

That was very true. I loved how much he came for me. All the more to play with. Just thinking about it had me creaming my panties.

Reaching up under my short skirt, I slipped my fingers beneath the wet lace and coated my fingers in cunt juice. "We'll go with the furthest splotch of spunk from here."

As I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, he scanned the area. There was nothing to worry about. We were at a crossroads few souls ever traveled, maybe only once a lifetime.

He moaned when I squeezed the base of his shaft, then slid my hand up in a slight twisting motion. The look of intense pleasure on his face made my cunt ache harder. I pressed myself against his hip, working his cock in firm, steady strokes.

Suddenly, he shifted his leg so I was straddling it and pulled me closer, his firm thigh rubbing my sex with every breath. Grinding my pussy against his straining muscle, I jacked him off hard and fast.

"Don't come," he whispered in my ear. "I want you wet and horny for the rest of the day."

I groaned, but tightened my grip on his cock.

"Fuck!"

He came, pulsing in my hand, thick ropes of come coating the map.

"Billings, Montana," I announced.

Breathing heavy, he tucked himself away. "Get in the car, dirty girl."

"Does this mean I get to come tonight?"

"I'll let you know later." He flashed me a wicked grin. "I'm considering the possibilities."




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