“I’m going to get you to the point where you can’t live without my cock, so in my books I’m teaching you some valuable life skills. Again,” he says. His hands drop onto the bonnet of the car as he leans us both over and talks into my ear. And he’s so close, his body envelopes mine, his Alpha presence holds me too, while his scent wraps around me until I can barely breathe. “Hands stay there, little moon. Tell me no, or repeat after me, oh Darius.”
I go to check I heard right, and our cheeks push together. “Yes or no, Heidi. I know you’ve still got your wits about you. I know you’re so onboard with what I’m going to do, your desire is everywhere. But the only thing that matters is you deciding if you want me or if you don’t.”
I turn slightly, rubbing my cheek like a cat against his. I want his scent on my skin. I want his lips on mine. I want everything he wants.
“Words, Heidi. I need to hear you use your words. Anything will do. A yes works, but Darius you can fuck me whenever you want, works better.”
Of course, he wants a blanket concession. And he gets one. “Yes.”
“There’s my little moon,” he whispers into my ear.
He rips my booty shorts down. And I pull one leg up so my shorts can fall to the ground. Without question, I want him. We’ve been careening towards this since the first second we saw each other.
His touches are grabby and nearly hurt; they also scream of ownership and worship. Each time he grabs another fistful of flesh, it’s like a part of me comes alive again. I keen for more.
“Look at how good you look, bent over waiting like a good girl. Going to have a small taste,” he talks to himself, growling as his hands rub up and down my legs. I can feel him moving, and good god I can feel his presence everywhere. His scent is as pronounced as each touch, and yeah I want it all.
I get a wicked nip on the fleshy part of my ass before Darius fingers me without warning. Two thick fingers plunge in, deep as they can go before he groans in my ear. “Naughty girl, strangling my fingers.”
“Darius, we’re outside,” I moan, suddenly realising where we are. But he’s like that—he’s got this magical ability to become the only thing I focus on. Maybe he’s right that I’m his orbit and he’s mine.
“Yeah, we are. We’re out in the open, so anyone can watch the way I can make you come on my fingers like this,” he says, his words going straight into my ear as he keeps thrusting his fingers in. “I’m going to fuck you out here too. Going to show you freedom, Heidi. Going to give it to you for the rest of my life.”
“People will see,” I offer, a part of me thinking I should be arguing.
“Yeah, well, if I find anyone watching, I’ll pluck their eyeballs out before grinding them into dust,” he says, his thumb rotating over my clit at the same time.
And a bubble of pleasure grows stealing any other verbal response, a moan becomes the only way I can communicate. He keeps thrusting his fingers, making me rock the car in the process. My head hangs forward as I submit to the beautiful, sensual way he works me over.
“Tell me again, Darius, you can ruin me wherever and whenever you want.”
I growl at him. “Darius, less talking, more orgasms.”
“Consent, little moon, that’s all I’m asking for.”
“You have it, you giant tool!”
Darius’s hands squeeze around my hips, as he surges his cock right inside my body. It’s his way though. No preamble, nothing but instant ownership. And it works.
He absolutely ruins me with each entitled thrust. He keeps me on my toes, driving into me so hard it actually hurts, but it’s the ache of knowing I’m about to be riding one huge pleasure wave. Of course, he’s extra. Every part of me feels every part of him, and despite being nearly stupid in the way he’s making me feel, he makes sure I feel him as he sucks and bites my throat, over the spot meant for claiming.
One minute he’s so frantic I think I’m going to come in a screaming mess, the next he’s more restrained in the way he takes me to the edge of pleasure with each deep thrust before he ebbs us away again. It’s like my pleasure is an adventure for him, and he wants to experience everything possible. But I don’t need teasing—I’m already aching for him.
“Knot me,” I whine out. And I get a slap on the ass and a growl in my ear as his response.
I know his eyes keep drifting down to the way he fits inside me. I can feel his attention as easily as I can feel his cock inside my pussy.
Darius is everywhere. He makes everything about us, while also making me feel like I don’t need to worry about anything but him and me.
And he ensures nothing but pleasure burns through me in his undivided focus and searing touches. My back aches as he continues to play and push my body to the edge with a dirty promise of a release that is going to be as memorable as he is.
Without warning he scoops me up. “Bend your knees,” he demands before he deposits me back on the bonnet of the car—but right at the edge so my ass is suspended mid-air.
A whisper of air is the only warning I get, his tongue surging inside my body. I moan, rocking back against each plunge of his tongue. He trails his finger over my pussy before he wipes my slick over my asshole.
I lock down. It’s instinctual, but he slaps my ass again with his other hand, growling impatiently. But the noise is him telling me to trust, to let him in and every part of me relaxes. Darius rewards me with his thick finger as he returns to eating my pussy with a desperation that has me seeing stars while I come on a deep low groan.
He’s drinking me down, lapping and taking my orgasm further. Whatever he’s doing feels insanely good. His thick finger starts to tap on the magic spot in my butt, and I lock up. But Darius isn’t done.
