Chapter 168: Chapter 168 – A Healer’s Secret Ride

Charlotte drove with her eyes fixed on the road ahead, but her cheeks grew increasingly flushed. I could feel the muscles of her pussy gripping my shaft tightly each time the car went over a small bump or took a turn. Her breathing became irregular.

We were cruising down a quiet night road. Streetlights periodically illuminated the car’s interior, revealing Charlotte’s tense profile, her bitten lip, and how her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

I stayed still, as promised. But it was the movement of her body from driving—that was what made everything even hotter. Every acceleration pushed her slightly upward, then gravity pulled her back down, creating a slow but inevitable friction.

“Ah… hnn…” she unintentionally hissed as the car hit a slightly rough patch of road.

I smiled, kissing her neck from behind. “Looks like you’re enjoying this, Auntie.”

“N-no,” she answered, but her voice was weak.

The feeling was truly incredible, I couldn’t lie. Hot, wet, tight. Especially since, perhaps due to the tension and fear of being caught, Charlotte’s pussy was squeezing even tighter, as if trying to crush my cock. The sensation almost made me lose control.

Honestly, sitting still like this while my cock was buried deep inside her pulsating pussy was quite torturous—torturous in the most pleasurable sense, making me want to move wildly right away.

I could feel my shaft throbbing on its own inside her, as if asking for permission to start the party.

“J-Just… stop yours from throbbing like that…” Charlotte protested weakly, her voice breathy. “It’s… distracting…”

“Your fault for not driving smoothly,” I retorted, my now-blazer-free hand roughly groping her left breast, my thumb rubbing her nipple, hard as a little stone. “If you were stable, it wouldn’t feel like this.”

“A-ah…!” Charlotte gasped, her body shuddering. The car swerved a little, almost hitting the curb before she quickly corrected the steering.

“Shh! Adam, don’t… I can’t concentrate… we could crash…”

“Keep going,” I whispered while my mouth licked her smooth back, feeling a thin layer of sweat beginning to form. The scent of her perfume mixed with the aroma of sex starting to fill the cabin. “You’re a grown woman, you can multitask.”

I leaned closer, my lips almost touching her reddened ear. “You know, I can feel just how wet you are. Your juices are flowing freely, soaking the base of my cock and even my pants. And I haven’t moved at all. You really are a perverted woman hiding behind that Sacred Healer cloak.”

Charlotte shook her head, trying to protest, but her voice was cut off by a moan as the car went around a corner. “N-No… I’m not… hnn…”

The temptation to move was becoming unbearable. My little brother downstairs felt tortured—imprisoned in that incredible warmth but not allowed to dance. Every breath Charlotte took, every shudder of her body, every time her pussy contracted from the tension, it was all a sweet torture pushing me to the edge.

Honestly, even if we got into a car accident, we wouldn’t be hurt at all. Charlotte and I were high-level Awakeners—she was a Sacred Healer, and I… with my physical stats, a regular car crash wouldn’t even leave a bruise.

But Charlotte clearly wasn’t thinking about that. For a woman as educated and image-conscious as her, her greatest fear wasn’t physical injury, but being seen.

When a red light finally appeared ahead, the car stopped. Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, her hands still gripping the wheel tightly.

And that was the moment I’d been waiting for.

Unable to hold back any longer, I pushed her body forward with all my strength.

“Huh—?!” Charlotte gasped, her face nearly hitting the windshield. Her hands reflexively braced against the dashboard.

And without mercy, I started moving.

No longer passive. No longer just sitting still.

I pulled her hips back, then slammed my cock back in deep, thrusting all the way to the depths of her womb.

“NGH—!!” Charlotte choked, a harsh gasp escaping her lips.

I could see in the windshield’s reflection that her beautiful face was contorted with a mix of shock, shame, and pleasure.

I didn’t care anymore where we were. Didn’t care about red lights or green. Didn’t care if anyone saw. I thrust again, and again, setting a rough rhythm that made the whole car rock.

“St-Stop, Adam… there are people… someone might see…” she protested weakly, but her body arched, her butt pushing back to meet every thrust.

“Let them look,” I growled, slapping her plump ass.

Slap! The sound was loud inside the car.

“Let everyone know that this pure Sacred Healer is actually a slut who loves getting fucked in a car.”

“Ah! Don’t… don’t say things like that…” but her moans grew louder.

Her eyes glanced outside, at the quiet but not entirely empty road. Her fear was real—if someone saw, if someone recognized her, her career, her reputation, everything would be destroyed.

But her body said otherwise. Every deep thrust that hit her womb made her wetter. The wet, squelching sound of her juices mixed with my pre-cum was audible each time I pulled my cock almost all the way out before plunging back in deep.

Plap! Plap! Plap

The sound of skin meeting skin kept rhythm with our ragged breathing. The car rocked harder now. The leather seats creaked under the strain.

I groped her breasts from behind, pinching her now extremely sensitive nipples. Charlotte let out a small scream, then her hand flew to cover her own mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

“Don’t hold it in,” I whispered in her ear. “Let out those slutty sounds of yours. Let the world know how good it feels to be fucked by your best friend’s stepson.”

“You… you monster…” but another moan escaped as I accurately hit her G-spot.

I gave a cruel smile. I pulled my cock almost completely out, leaving just the tip still caught at the wet lips of her pussy.

Charlotte shook her head, her breathing ragged. “D-Don’t… don’t take it out…”

“Oh? So you want more?” I teased.

She didn’t answer, but her butt pushed back, trying to swallow my cock again.

That was answer enough.

With one hard thrust, I plunged back into her fully. But this time I didn’t immediately move. I stayed still inside her, feeling her pussy twitching wildly like a racing heart.

Then, slowly, I started moving again. But this time with variation—sometimes deep and hard, sometimes short and fast, sometimes circling inside her.

Charlotte could no longer protest. Her hands, which had been bracing against the dashboard, were now gripping my hips tightly, pulling me deeper. Her face in the windshield reflection was streaked with tears, but her lips were parted, her tongue slightly out—an expression utterly unbecoming of a woman known as the pure Sacred Healer.

“Look at yourself in the glass,” I whispered while continuing to pound her. “See what a slut you are. A holy woman? What holy woman has the face of a starving whore?”

“Ah… ah… A-Adam… I… I’m going to…” her words were broken.

I knew she was about to come. Her pussy grew tighter, the contractions stronger and more rhythmic.

“Don’t come yet,” I ordered. “You wait for my command.”

Charlotte shook her head, tears flowing more freely. “C-Can’t… too… too good…”

“Hold it,” I snapped, slapping her ass again. “Or tomorrow all our recordings get leaked.”

The threat worked. She clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the orgasm already at the gates.

But I was almost there too. My stomach was beginning to tremble, a hot sensation gathering at the base of my cock.

I sped up the rhythm, pounding her mercilessly. The squelching sounds grew louder. The car rocked so violently the dashboard lights flickered.

“Now…” I snarled. “Let it all out, you slut!”

That was the permission Charlotte had been waiting for.

She screamed—a long, choked, release-filled scream. Her body convulsed, her pussy squeezing my cock with a force that was almost painful. Her hot juices gushed out, soaking the leather seat beneath us.

And that triggered me.

I thrust deep one final time and released everything I had into her womb. Hot, copious, pulsing.

We were still for a moment, only our ragged breaths filling the cabin. I was still buried deep inside her, feeling the last pulses of my orgasm mixing with the continuing contractions of her pussy.

Then I pulled out.

A wet sound as my cock exited her pussy, now full of our combined fluids. Thick, cloudy-white liquid immediately flowed out, dripping onto the already-damp seat.

But even after filling her womb with cum, I was far from satisfied. A fire still burned inside me.

Charlotte looked spent, her face still pressed against the windshield, breathing heavily. But when I started moving again, pushing my cock back into her cunt…

“A-Again?!” her voice was hoarse.

I didn’t answer. Just thrust again.

This incredible woman—with her angelic, innocent face and devilishly tempting body—I broke her again and again in that car seat. Every scream, every sob, every pleasured moan that escaped from lips that usually only spoke words of healing, was music to my ears.

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