Possessive Fake Husband

He smirks and moves away, sitting down. He takes off his pants as I shift myself onto my knees. His cock is so thick and hard, absolutely rock solid, as I wrap my lips around him and suck his tip.

I want to take more, but he’s too thick. He pushes me down, makes me gag, and I suck him faster. He growls his pleasure, grabs my hair, pushes his cock deeper into my mouth. He fucks my lips and I stroke him with one hand as I suck his thick cock.

He pulls me back, kisses me, then drags me over on top of him. I straddle his thick, throbbing cock and shimmy my hips back.

I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my back as his tip slides inside me. He grabs my hips hard then spanks my ass. I gasp as he thrusts deeper, filling me to the brim. I lean back, hands on his knees, gasping. He growls and pushes again, thrusting his whole shaft deep into my tight spot, and I groan, wild with pleasure and pain. I lean forward again, kissing him, as I start to move my hips.

“Every second we’re together, I think about taking you like this,” he pants. “I can’t get enough of it. That’s crazy, right?”

“No,” I moan. “Not crazy. Stupid. Not crazy.”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so good. So tight and wet.” He grabs my hair and pulls it tight. “I love the way you moan. I love the way your back arches when I fill you up. Fuck, I love the way you move your hips. I can’t get enough of this.”

I ride him faster, panting, moaning. I bite his bottom lip and he slaps my ass hard once, twice. He fucks me, thrusts up inside of me, and I let him have me.

“Go ahead,” I moan. “Fuck me. Take me. I want it too. I think about it all the time.”

“Yeah?” he growls. “All the time? You’re down in your room, touching your wet little clit, thinking about my thick cock.”

“Every night,” I whisper, and it’s true.

“I’m going to sneak down there tonight,” he says. “Find you fucking yourself with your own fingers. I bet you’ll be moaning my name, you dirty girl. Whispering my name. Because you need this thick cock between your legs. You need it, every inch of it.”

“Please,” I moan, riding faster. “Oh, god, yes.”

He fucks me hard, slaps my ass, and it’s heaven, god, yes, it’s heaven. He’s right, I think about his cock, about sucking him hard, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. I dream about riding him just like this, about the way he grabs my hair, about the way he spanks my ass. He takes me how he wants it and I love it, giving him every inch of my body.

I keep going, fucking him faster, moaning now, losing my mind. The pleasure rips through both of us and I know I can’t hold back much longer.

“I love your taste, your tight body,” he growls. “I love the look you give me right before you suck my cock. Fuck, you make me feel good.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, god, yes. You make me feel good.” I throw my hair back, the whole car rocking and shaking, as I ride him faster. I let him fuck me hard, I rock my hips, and push down harder and harder. He slaps my ass, he grabs my hair, and fucks me like an animal.

“Come for me,” he demands. “Come all over my thick shaft.”

“Josh,” I moan and arch my back. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t hold back. He fucks me faster as I come. He grabs my hair, holds me tight, thrusts deep inside of me. I’m taken, I’m controlled. I come all over his thick cock, just the way he likes it.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, and I feel him finish inside of me. I feel him fill me to the brim, and I grind my hips down, bliss washing through me.

We finish together, the car a foggy mess. I laugh, grinning like an idiot, and collapse next to him on the seat. He smiles and leans back, closing his eyes.

“God, yes,” he says. “I could do that every day. Every hour.”

“Every minute,” I whisper.

He laughs. “Every minute,” he agrees.

I peek up at him and his cock is still half hard. He looks at me and smirks. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Say it.”

“You’re still… you know.”

“Hard?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re interested—”

“No,” I say quickly, laughing. “God, I’m going to be sore already.”

“Later then.” He smirks, head tilted. “Come here.”

I move closer and he puts an arm around me. He holds me tight against him.

“Think anyone… you know, saw?”

“Maybe,” he says, shrugging. “ I don’t care. Do you?”

“Not really. I mean, maybe a little bit.” I bite my lip. “Does it make me weird if the thought kind of excites me?”