And I do. I shatter around him, clenching tight, screaming into his mouth as the orgasm rips through me. He groans, driving harder, hands twisting my nipples until the pleasure edges on pain, pulling every last spasm from me.
The orgasm tears through me, sharp and consuming, but Declan does not relent. His cock drives into me again before Ican even breathe, the thrusts relentless, wet slaps echoing in the fogged car. I gasp, trembling from the high, my walls fluttering tight around him, milking him even as he pounds deeper.
“Good girl,” he growls against my ear, his voice thick, breath hot. “Clench down on me. Ride me through it. I want to feel you squeeze this cock like you’ll never let it go.”
I whimper, my body obeying before my mind catches up, my cunt tightening around him. He groans low in his chest, the sound primal, and his hands seize my hips, dragging me up and down on him like I am his personal toy.
“Bounce for me,” he commands, biting my throat, sucking hard enough to bruise. “Show me how greedy you are. Grind down like a filthy little snake on my cock.”
The words burn through me. I rise and fall in his lap, bouncing until the car rocks, until every thrust drives him so deep I see sparks. Then I grind down, slow and sinuous, rolling my hips in circles, making him hiss and curse in my ear. My slick gushes around him, soaking us both, the squelch obscene in the cramped silence.
His mouth finds my breasts again, hot and wet, sucking each nipple until they ache, his tongue dragging over them before he bites down. I cry out, arching into him, hands clutching his hair. He licks the sting away, groaning into the swollen peaks, tugging one nipple between his teeth while his hand twists the other.
“Fuck, Aoife,” he mutters, his voice breaking as I grind tighter, faster, wringing every inch of him. “Look at you riding me like you’ll die without it. Dripping all over me, marking me with your pussy, your tits, your sounds.”
I can barely answer. My cries are broken, guttural, filling the car as I bounce harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over until I am sobbing against his neck. He slaps my ass, the sound cracking, and his teeth sink into my shoulder while he drives up into me, thrust for thrust with my frantic grinding.
“You were made for this,” he snarls, tugging my nipple until I squeal, then sucking it back into his mouth, rough and hungry. “Made to be fucked like this. To scream on my cock, to give me every drop of that slick while I ruin you.”
His words make me clench harder, my body shaking with another wave of release, smaller but sharper, my walls gripping him so tight he groans into my breast. My hips keep moving, grinding down like I cannot stop, serpentine, desperate, slick spilling between us in filthy, wet sounds that drown the air.
He pulls me down harder, slamming into me from beneath, his mouth still devouring my breasts, leaving me covered in hickeys and spit. His voice is a wrecked growl between kisses.
“Say it again. Say you’re mine while you ride me.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, bouncing, clenching, my body breaking around him. “I’m fucking yours, Declan.”
And he rewards me with another savage thrust, another bruise at my throat, another filthy promise whispered against my skin.
The car feels too small for the heat of us. My skin is slick with sweat, my breasts wet from his mouth, my thighs shaking from the brutal pace he forces me to keep. I think I have already shattered, but Declan does not let up. His hands grip my ass, lifting and dropping me, making me ride him even when my body pleads for mercy.
“Don’t stop now,” he growls, his breath hot against my cheek. “You’re not done until I say so. Come for me again.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, voice breaking, but my pussy clenches on him, betraying me, milking his cock like it wants to prove him right.
“Yes you can,” he says, dragging one hand up from my ass to my breast, pinching my nipple so hard I squeal. He latches onto my throat, sucking until my vision goes white at the edges.“You’ll give me another one. You’ll give me as many as I fucking want.”
He angles his hips and the thick head of him slams right into that sweet spot, sharp and unyielding, over and over until my cries turn to screams. My nails claw his shoulders, my hair plastered to my sweaty face as the orgasm rips through me, my cunt clamping down so hard he groans into my neck.
“That’s it. Again. Milk me like a good little slut.”
I collapse against him, trembling, but he is not finished. He lifts me, spins me around in the cramped space, and bends me over the steering wheel. The leather is cold against my chest, my breasts flattened, nipples scraping as he shoves back inside me from behind.
The angle is brutal, his cock spearing me deep, and I scream into the horn, the sound muffled against the wheel. His palm smacks my ass hard enough to echo in the car, then again, the sting blooming until I am crying.
“You sound so fucking pretty when you scream,” he groans, fucking me harder. “So wet, soaking the seat. You love it like this, don’t you? Fucked until you forget your own name.”
“Yes,” I sob, clenching around him, the filthy squelch of my cunt filling the space.
He leans over me, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching under to squeeze my tits, twisting my nipples as he drives into me. His teeth drag down my back, sharp and possessive, marking me with every thrust. My pussy gushes around him, slick dripping onto the leather, the wet slap of it obscene.
I come again, a sudden sharp wave that leaves me clawing the dash, my voice gone raw. He groans like an animal, rutting into me through it, spanking me until my ass is red and stinging.
When my knees buckle, he hauls me back upright, flipping me in his lap again. His cock is still iron-hard, wet with me, and he buries it deep the moment I straddle him. I cry out, shaking,but he grips my hips and forces me to roll slow, serpentine, grinding down on him until the friction has me moaning again.
“That’s it. Like a snake,” he whispers against my mouth, biting my lip. “Grind on me. Make yourself come on my cock again.”
I obey, circling my hips, grinding until my clit drags over him, sparks shooting through me. His tongue lolls against my breast as he sucks it deep, his groans wet and filthy. He switches, tugging one nipple between his teeth while his hand mauls the other, saliva dripping down my chest.
