“No,” I whisper. “It’s because I want you,” I whine. “I want you so bad.”
His finger moves deeper inside of me, and I continue to stroke his cock through his briefs.
“I have to warn you, Isla: if I get to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock, I’ll never be able to go back from that.” He pulls his hand from my panties, bringing it to my lips. “Taste for yourself, baby. See why it’s so hard to fucking get you out of my head.”
Timidly, my lips part, and he slides his finger between them.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Such a naughty girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper when he drags his finger out.
Craning my neck to look behind me, I shove his briefs down as far as I can, just enough so that his huge cock springs free. Ilook back at it, unsure of how the hell it’s even going to fit and thinking of how much it may hurt.
His large hands grip my waist as he lifts me up, hovering my heat over his dick.
“Reach down there and drag my cock across your pussy,” he commands. “I want to feel how fucking soaked you are for me.”
Then he takes one hand and pulls my panties to the side roughly. Doing as told, I wrap my fists around his length and drag the tip of his cock back and forth along my slit, earning me a loud groan.
“Fuck … I could blow right now just from feeling you,” he hisses, boring his eyes into mine. “All right, you ready, baby?”
Nervously, I nod, and I release my hold when he grabs the base of his cock.
“Sink down nice and slow,” he mutters. “Wanna feel that tight pussy wrapped right around me.”
He’s so big, and every inch I take brings more pain. But still, I can’t stop, and I don’t want to.
“Good girl, baby,” he coos. “Goddamn, I want to wreck this pussy of yours so bad.”
His words make me cry out in pleasure, even through the agony of accommodating his cock. I take it slow, sinking lower and lower before, finally, my hips begin to thrust.
“Fuck … me,” he practically hisses. “You feel so good on my dick.” His fingernails slide under the fabric of my shirt, shoving it upward and over my head, leaving me in my bra before he unclips that and removes it too.
He cranes his neck to look into the back seat and stretches until he grips something. He holds a clean practice jersey up, his breathing ragged.
“Please, wear this while you ride my dick. I know you’re number nineteen, but for today, wear my number on your back while you fuck me.”
Grabbing the shirt, I tug it over my head, keeping his dick deep inside my heat. Once it’s on, I rock my hips against him, and I don’t know if it’s the jersey doing it or if it’s how deep he is inside of me, but whatever it is, it has him practically whimpering beneath me.
And I can’t get enough.
As I ride him, my tits bounce under the jersey, and he leans forward, shoving the front of it up and bringing his face between my breasts, dragging his tongue along my skin.
“It’s like your pussy was made to take my cock, Isla,” he chokes out, bringing my nipple into his mouth and making my head spin.
My knees push against the back of his seat, and every now and then, the steering wheel juts into my back, but the more time goes on, the harder I ride, until, finally, the pain has gone away, leaving nothing but pleasure.
He joins our mouths together, slightly lifting his hips each time that my hips thrust, somehow pushing him even deeper than I knew was possible. Pulling back, he rests his head against the headrest and gazes up at me.
We’re having sex in a truck—nothing romantic—and yet, when he looks at me like that, I swear I can feel his every thought.
This isn’t sex. No … this is a damn spiritual awakening.
HENDRIX
Every fucking thrust of her hips and each time she takes the length of my cock like she can’t get enough, I’m getting to the point of no return. I know that it’s only a matter of time—seconds, likely—and I won’t be able to stop my dick from blowing my cum deep inside of her.
Her nipples pebble even more, and a loud moan rips from the depths of her soul.
