My head was swimming with nerves and unbearable heat, my body shaking with a need I didn’t fully understand. Yet I looked into his stony eyes and begged with my pupils dilated and my morals gone.
“What a perfect little slut,” he said, his voice strained.
I knotted my fingers together behind my back, riding his lap harder. His cock was twitching against me. I had a feeling the wet spot on his trousers wasn’t just from me, and it turned me on so much I cried out.
“Yes!” he said. “Do it! Come for me, slut!”
“Help me,” I begged him. “Help me, please…”
“No,” he said simply, and I mewled, desperately grinding my cunt on him, bucking my hips at him.
“Please, help me,” I begged him. “I don’t know how, you won’t let me touch…”
“Like this,” he groaned, reaching for my hips and placing my bare pussy on top of his twitching cock, the fabric of his trousers the only thing separating us.
“Fuck,” I breathed. In the back of my mind, I realized the car had stopped, but I didn’t give a shit. “Take it out, please. Put it inside me.”
“Soon,” he promised. His fingers were digging into my ass and my hips were grinding against him. I couldn’t stop myself. My body was acting of its own accord.
“More,” I whispered, “I need more.”
He pulled me closer by the neck, looking into my eyes as he spoke to me. He was so fucking calm, like this was something he did every day. And maybe he did but I didn’t fucking care.
“Keep working that snatch,” he told me. “Keep fucking riding my lap, little Pet. And I promise you I will give you anything you want and more.”
I thought of all the things I’d worked for in my life. Independence. My own shitty flat. Money, an education. A stable relationship with a guy, and a good one with my parents.
And yet, the only thing I really wanted was his cock.
“Your… cock,” I gasped against his lips, and he grinned as he stared me down. “Your cock, deep inside me.”
“In every sweet hole,” he promised and I yelped as he made me grind harder. I was going fast then, needing to feel the pressure build some more, to what extent, I didn’t know.
“Your ass first.”
I moaned.
“Your mouth second.”
He was so dirty, and I loved it.
“That sweet fucking pussy last, Pet. I want to finish in your pussy once I’ve split you open.”
A shudder ran through me. Sparks flying. My tits. My pussy. Sparks flying everywhere. And I moaned like a whore. “I so want it in my mouth,” I whispered.
“Come for me!” he told me again.
“Please let me have it,” I begged. “Let me fucking have it.”
“Come!”
I wanted to cry out in frustration. It wasn’t enough. I’d never done this before. I didn’t think I’d ever had a proper orgasm. I wanted it so badly, just so I could please him. Just so he could live up to his word and fuck me, fill me up, break me and make me cry. I felt tears welling in my eyes, and before I could look away, they spilled down my cheeks.
He groaned when a frustrated sob escaped my lips. He reached up to my cheeks and wiped a tear with his fingertip, brought it to his lips and licked it off. I stared at him while more tears fell. He was surely done with me now.
“So pretty when you cry,” he said. “I knew you would be.”
And then his fingers were in my hair and he was pushing me to my knees. I was on the floor of the unmoving car and he was unbuttoning his trousers and then his dick was in front of me, enormous, bulging, the veins throbbing, the tip so deep red it almost looked purple. I gasped and he used the moment to his advantage, forcing himself into my mouth.
I choked, but he kept going deeper and deeper, driving himself inside me with such force I gagged. His hands went to the back of my head and he held me in place.
I felt him throb in my mouth and I looked up, my eyes connecting with his. It was unfair, he was supposed to give me some time, take it easy, be gentle. He was a fucking prick, he was just using me. And when I looked up at him, he wiped another tear from my eyes with his thumb and grinned at me.
“Take it,” he told me roughly. “Come on, Pet. Wider. Open wider.”
And I did.
He groaned and I felt it, knew he was going to explode. I sucked my cheeks in and he cursed out loud. He stroked my hair with one hand, but it was when he squeezed my nose shut with the other that I knew I was about to come.