I stay where I am as he begins to open me and turn me on even more. My clit is swelling, my nipples tighten, and the car’s warmth makes it an awesome place to be fucked.
I’ve no argument with his actions, not with him invading me like he is, pulling those fingers out, then sticking them back inside to play a little with his knuckles jammed against thigh and pussy. He leaves them dug in deep but yanks down my soaked panties.
Again, his palm presses into my back.
I register the largeness of that hand and the warm splay of those fingers shifting over my spine as he resumes fingerfucking me, jamming them in and out faster.
“Fuck, Hailey, your cunt is wetter than that lake.”
I wriggle and beg plaintively, “I wantyou.”
He swears again, and his palm leaves me as he unzips his pants.
I spread my legs a little and wait, throat closing in, preoccupied by the needs of lust, anticipating…
His cock pushes at me, probes.
The head parts my lips, seeking, edging inward… My eyelids flutter, and half my mouth is squashed to the car.
He thrusts into me in one feral drive, and the incoherent sounds I make escalate with each thrust, as he starts to fuck me harder and harder. Sliding on the hood, pinned to it, I’m clutching futilely at the steel.
Then he stops, and I hear him kneel, to bite my hip, my ass, going lower to bite the back of both thighs while he plunges his fingers inside me.
“This pretty cunt is begging to have things stuffed into it.”
I can’t help but wriggle again, and he smacks one ass cheek, making me yelp.
“You’re prettier when red,” he soothes, as he adds a few more slaps that jiggle my ass.
His cock leaves a wet trail on the back of one leg, and his mouth soon follows that trail.
I yelp at a harder bite and flinch aside, which makes him stand and pin me with his body, then shove his dick into me. As he takes his belt from the loops, leather slides and the buckle jingles.
“You’re so close to being fucked in the dirt.”
He wouldn’t dare. “Kail.” I side-eye him as he wraps my wrists in belt and ties them together, knotting the leather, a hard tie that pinches.
“Shhh. Not quite.” He fucks me slowly, making wet sounds, and I feel the slip of my arousal on my thighs. “One more. One more transgression and Esau can watch as I put my cock in you while you cry out for more.” He slams in and groans as our flesh slaps together, then grabs a handful of my hair.
I’m arching already, wanting this as he plows me, kicks apart my legs. It’s wicked and dirty and my legs are trembling, my muscles overcome, my mind swept up in the wildness as he comes apart, and I’m…
I’m panting, still in need, moaning with his come spilling from me as he withdraws.
He turns me over, leaves me laid out, spread on the hood, with my hands trapped. My legs bend at the knee and dangle over the front grille. My toes can only reach the chrome bumper bar.
I flop my head to the side to watch him.
Kail steps away, lecherously voyeuring on my position. His dick is semi-hard and glistens with the mess we both made. Then he approaches me with his jeans drooping apart at the front, unzipped, exposing his cock. His left hand carries the sheathed knife he must have removed from the belt. He notices the direction of my gaze and plays with the handle.
He watches me, watching his hand, and he slowly unsheathes the blade.
A hush descends, tugs on a thread of my soul—it’s the tiptoe of small fears that arrive uninvited when a knife is flourished near you and you’re helpless to escape, and you think you know them enough to trust them…
Except…do I? He’s a patchwork man, a frankenstruct, and anything might be going on inside him. I could roll aside and fall off the hood, which would help me in exactly zero ways. If he means to do bad things to me…to cut me, I’ve no hope.
“Kail,” I whisper.
Ice trickles through me as he stalks closer, boots crunching on dirt, the knife idle at his side and seemingly forgotten. My nipples, the stupid things, scrunch in, poking into the cloth of the dress. But that’s from fear, isn’t it?
