I guided her up and down with both hands, racing my own release to see how much longer I could keep her going. “You want it?” I asked, voice stilted. “Yes,” she breathed, briefly pausing before taking me right down to the back of her throat. That did it. I slammed both hands into the steering wheel and rode out the ropes of my orgasm, grunting through clenched teeth. Years’ worth of pent-up release emptied itself, filling her mouth.
