Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah

“Oh, shit.”
    Rich pressed down on the gas more, passing 100. He grabbed Vanessa's head. She went back to work. Rich zipped pass a Suburban and cut in front of a Porsche. It was almost 3:00 a.m., so the road was relatively clear. The dial on the Beamer read 115 and that was the end of the cops behind him.
    “Damn,” Rich moaned. He slowed the car and turned off the FDR at 96 th Street. As he headed up the street's steep hill, he climaxed. Vanessa had sucked him dry.
    “How was that?” she asked, leaning back in her seat.
    “I'm speechless.” Rich had experienced some wild oral adventures, but none like what had just taken place with Vanessa . Her sexual expertise surpassed his expectations. That, coupled with the high-speed chase, gave him an adrenalin rush that drove him over the top. There was still plenty of time left, and he was eager to see what else Vanessa was capable of.
    ***
    Rich and Vanessa raced to undress as they stepped through the door of his penthouse. Clothes dropped on the Persian rug and the chairs, tables and the loveseat in his living room. The couple ended up on the terrace that overlooked Central Park. Vanessa's body was bare and the only thing on Rich was a condom. Vanessa's back was pinned against the huge glass sliding door that separated the terrace from the spacious living room. Rich was determined to outdo Vanessa's raceway episode. He felt challenged by her prowess. He needed to prove that he had more sexual skills than she did. That meant more than a quickie. He had to give her the balance between love and raw sex.
    Rich sucked on her neck, making his way down to her breasts. They were barely a handful, a perfect fit for his mouth. Back and forth, he worked her erect nipples in between taking in mouthfuls of her entire breast.
    “That feels so go, Rich,” Vanessa whispered.
    Rich slipped his finger inside of her, pulling at her g-spot with the 'come here' motion.
    “Rich.” Her body tensed. “Please,” she moaned. “You don't know what you're doing to me.” Her body began squirming in between Rich's grip. “It feels so good.”
    Rich lowered his head and applied just the right amount of pressure to her clit with his tongue, while still fingering her.
    Vanessa hoisted her leg over Rich's shoulder. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into her as she came and her body went limp.
    Once Vanessa regained her poise, Rich walked her to the ledge of the terrace. He took a few pillows from the nearby couch and situated them on the floor. “Get down there,” he ordered and Vanessa complied. “Grab the gate.”
    As she clutched both hands on the three foot high gate on the ledge, Rich gripped his dick, standing over her. He salivated over her small naked frame, as she kneeled on the pillows. He eased down behind her on the last pillow and began hitting her doggy style.
    Her back arched and she leaned forward, before screaming, “God, Rich.”
    Rich started a slow rhythm. His firm hands gripped her waist, as they both stared over the twenty-one stories down to Central Park. “How that feel?” he said, grunting.
    “It hurts so good,” she cried.
    Rich sped up a bit, stroking from an angle.
    “Yeah, you're working it.”
    He looked down at her pint-sized body, amazed that she could produce so much pleasure. He could feel her love muscle pulling him deeper into her as she rocked back into his strokes. He could feel himself going deeper and deeper into her wetness.
    “Yeah, Rich. You're fucking me right!” she screamed.
    He began plunging harder.
    “Come on, dick me down!”
    He grabbed her tighter and rammed harder.
    “Harder, Rich!”
    He plunged in and out. Her body bounced back and forth, her pussy tightening, becoming wetter and more sensational for Rich. “Damn, girl. Shit,” he blurted.
    “Harder,” she begged. “You gotta fuck me harder!”
    This little broad is wild. Straight freak. Rich strained his dick with each stroke. “Yes, like that, Rich. Yes. Yes.