I knew a ride around the track would get her going, just like it does me. The powerful growl of the car, the motion of the turns.

Feeling the grace of motion. Gliding against the speed and sliding into it. It’s just like fucking, in a way.

Handling a fantastic car is not unlike handling a woman. I just never met one who could compare to the Ferrari.

It’s a special thrill, showing her how well I handle the track. I know soon, I’ll be using my hands on her in much the same way. I can tell she’s excited, not just at the car and the speed, but how it’s putty in my hands.

She glances over at me, eyes lighting up as she smiles in excitement.

I’ve been dying to get this piece on my own. I know Antonio got in first, but that was just the luck of the draw. The longer the wait, the greater the prize, especially in this case.

The anticipation has got me rock hard just thinking about her. The time to linger over these thoughts can only make the absolution sweeter.

After a round or two, we pull back into the pit. It’s emptied out for the break, which is exactly what I’d planned. If the fellas do wander back in, I doubt they’ll disturb us.

Hopefully, they all take an extra long one today. Should have shouted them drinks or something with a wink-wink at one of the guys, but most of them usually knows the score when I bring a foxy lady to the track.

I put her hand on my cock and reach for her. I want to fuck her in the car. To me, she is like one of these cars.

Beautiful and ballsy but poised and delicate at the same time.

She’s freed my cock with one hand—god love her—and those long slim fingers. She’s so quick and so light. I bet she can pick locks with a bobby pin.

I feel her getting wet around my fingers. I’m ready to throw myself on top of her over the gear shift when she brings over her other hand and slides across to me.

My cock is standing high and hard. She takes a moment, just looking, and I get harder by the second. Nothing like a woman who loves the sight of a big hard cock.

She teases me with her fingertips, grinning with real pleasure.

I sink back in the comfy leather seat, opening my legs so my cock is completely on show. With one hand gripping the base tightly, she plunges her head down.

I gasp with shock as she goes straight past my cock and feasts on my balls. There are chills running down my legs. The hand squeezing the shaft slithers up the length of my dick and starts teasing the head.

She puts my balls into her mouth, one at a time, rolling them with her tongue against the inside of her cheek. She nips at them gently, putting pressure on them, squeezing them. She releases my package for a second and blows across my sack. I feel the skin pucker and shrink.

I think I might scream. I’m panting so hard I feel like I could pass out.

No fucking way. Not going to happen.

She leans down again with a huge smile. It’s predatory somehow. I feel like I’m being devoured by a beast of prey.

And I love it.

One hand still teasing the head, she reaches down with her lips and laps at my balls, drawing each one into her mouth again. It’s taken some doing, but she’s maneuvered herself across the seats and is between my legs under the steering wheel. I didn’t even notice.

Her warm, slippery lips move away from my balls. My poor cock is so hard it must be going purple.

I can’t look. All I could do is sag in the seat, staring at the ceiling. I feel the hand on my cock move along the shaft and grip it hard.

Gently, her lips and tongue tease the head. A noise I’ve never heard myself make before escapes my lips; it’s like a mix of a moan, a cry, and a fucking groan. She keeps teasing me, bringing the head into her mouth then back out again.

One of her hands grabs my slick balls and starts playing with them. She starts taking my cock deeper into her mouth, beginning to thrust her head up and down.

My hands find her hair, and I look down from the ceiling to stare at her, dark hair flying, dress as red as the fucking Ferrari, hands down pulling at my balls while her lips crawl up and down my cock.

It’s so hot. She’s so fucking hot. I’d never felt like this before.

This is insane. I honestly don’t think I’d ever met a woman who can fuck me with the same insatiable thirst I have.

Watching now, I grip her head with both hands, running my fingers through the silky dark locks, scratching her skull lightly. I begin to rock my hips as she takes me deeper down her throat, then back to the head, and back down again.

I can’t take it any more. Growling like a beast, I grab her head and thrash her up and down on my hard cock, feeling her open up and submit to the rhythm. Her hands are still teasing my balls, tugging and pinching, her tongue darts out and flicks the head every time I move her towards it.

I’m rocking my hips hard from the deep comfy bucket seat and thrust deeply from my lower back as I push her head down. My cock is jerking and pumping, and I let go of her hair, watching her.

She gobbles up my cock, sucking and licking, worshipping the end. She’s drained out every drop of cum, but she just keeps licking at it as if she can make more come out.

Like she’s starving. Like she can’t stop.