The car rocks on its shocks. The dome light flickers once when my shoulder hits it. She whispers my name over and over, a torn mantra. "Gabe… Gabe…" Every repetition feeds me.
I glance around the tight space and decide this still isn't enough. I want her pinned, folded into the car like she's custom fit for me. I pull out and she whines, clenching at air. "On your stomach," I instruct. "Across the seat. Arms stretched out."
She scrambles to comply, sprawling along the bench, cheek pressed to the leather. Her ass is still lifted. I hook her right leg and draw it up, placing her foot on the rear window ledge. The position opens her wide, tilting her hips so I can hit her deep. She gasps, fingers clawing at the door handle for leverage. The sight of her stretched across the seat, dress bunched around her waist, one leg up, one knee digging into the cushion, sends a vicious thrill through me.
I line up and slam back inside. "Ooh!" she wails, voice muffled by the seat. The new angle drags along her inner walls in a brutal glide. I grab her waist with one hand, press the other between her shoulders to hold her down. My thrusts go straight up, hitting that spot that makes her clench hard. The car echoes with her moans. "Fuck, yes. Right there!"
"Feel me owning this pussy?" I rasp. I punctuate the question with a sharp snap of my hips. She nods frantically, voice broken.
"Yes, yes, Gabe, please don't stop."
"I won't." I lean over her, chest covering her back, and bite her shoulder. Sweat drips from my temples onto her spine. I drive into her faster, relentless. My grip on her waist turns bruising. She meets each thrust as best she can from this pinned position, lifting her hips. The seatbelt buckle digs into her ribs. She doesn't complain. She just sobs my name and takes it like the sweetest little glutton.
Her pussy spasms around me, the tight pulses telegraphing another orgasm building. I slide my palm under her body and find her clit. The pad of my thumb circles the swollen nub. She screams, "Oh, God!" and shudders so hard the whole car creaks. Her orgasm hits in waves. She clenches, releases, clenches again. I keep fucking through it, thumb pressing, hips pistoning. Her juices drip down my balls, soaking the carpet. The sound of my thighs slamming her ass is filthy, wet, perfect.
She tries to wiggle away when the pleasure gets too sharp, but I pin her harder. "Stay still." My voice is iron. She sobs but obeys, fingers gripping the headrest in front of her. "I'm not done using you."
"Please," she whimpers, not sure whether she's begging for mercy or more. Probably both.
I lift her torso by the waist and drag her backward, guiding her until her back meets my chest again. I sit on the rear bench, spread my legs, and pull her onto me, keeping her facing away. Reverse cowgirl. I slide my cock back inside, sighing at the wet heat. She leans back against me, head on my shoulder, armsstretched behind her to cling to my neck. I hold her thighs, lifting her and dropping her down. This position gives her control over depth, but I'm the one powering the movement. Her breasts bounce, nipples peeking past the neckline of her bunched dress. I slide one hand up to pinch a nipple, tugging it until she squeals. My other hand presses on her lower stomach, feeling myself inside her, hard and thick.
I whisper against her ear, "This how you wanted it? Stuffed full while you grind on me?" She nods frantically.
"Yes," she pants. "I love feeling you everywhere." Her words slur, heavy with bliss.
I bounce her faster, making the seat springs groan. Her head drops back, exposing her throat. I lick the sweat there, tasting salt and perfume. Her body keeps tightening, muscles trembling from overstimulation, but she refuses to quit. That stubborn streak is one of the reasons I fell so hard. She'll chase pleasure until her legs give out, and even, then she'll try for more.
The windows drip condensation down the glass. Anyone walking by would see nothing but a fogged vehicle rocking on its axles. Knowing that risk sits near us adds an extra spark. I wrap an arm around her torso and hold her tightly as I thrust up. The force pushes her higher, her toes barely scraping the seat. She yelps, clutches my forearms, and lets me drive the pace.
"Touch yourself," I order. "Rub your clit while I pound you."
She slides a shaking hand between her thighs, fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves. The instant she starts circling, her body tightens around me like a vise. "Oh, oh," she cries, watching her hand move. "I'm gonna come again."
"Give it to me." I grind up. My cock throbs, pressure coiling low in my gut. "Milk me until I can't breathe." I slam her down hard. She screams my name, vision probably going spotty if the way she tenses is any sign.
Her climax detonates. She convulses, hand trapped between our bodies, rubbing frantically while she shrieks. "Ahh! Gabe!" Her pussy clamps in rapid pulses. I grit my teeth and keep thrusting, letting the relentless friction drag me to the edge with her. Her nails dig crescents into my forearms. She moans a steady stream of curses and pleas. The sound goes straight to my spine.
When her aftershocks slow, I flip her forward onto her hands and knees on the seat. I stand on the floorboard, bend her over the folded middle section, and spread her thighs wide. Her cheek rests on the leather. Her hair spills around her face. I grip my cock and rub it along her slit, smearing even more mess across her skin. I tap the head against her clit until she whimpers, then shove inside once more. The penetration is too much for her sensitized body. She keens, a soft, desperate sound.
"I know, baby." My voice drops to a comforting rumble. "One more. You can give me one more." I start moving, thrusts deep and measured now. No rush. I want this last stretch to brand her from the inside. Every drive sinks to the hilt. My hips roll, grinding, letting her feel every ridge. Her toes curl against the seatback. She mutters some garbled plea, melts under my hands.
I lean over her, covering her body, and bite her ear. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours," she gasps. "All yours."
"That's right." I grip her wrists, pin them to the seat, and fuck her harder. My balls slap her clit. The wet sounds are obscene,echoing in the car like applause. My thighs burn from the angle, but I don't slow. She writhes under me, voice high and breathless. I nudge her knees farther apart, getting even deeper. The pressure building in me goes volcanic. Sweat drips down my temple onto her shoulder. I lick the droplet away, then suck a mark into her skin, needing to mark her everywhere.
Her body stiffens. "Gabe, please," she whimpers. "I'm gonna?—"
"Do it." I push two fingers between her thighs and rub her clit fast. "Come with me." My tone leaves no room to refuse. She wails, body bowing, and slams back into me. Her orgasm rips through her with a violent shudder. She squirts a little, wetting my hand, soaking the seat again. The sensation of her gushing around me sends me over the edge. I bite her shoulder, muffling my groan as my release surges. "Fuck, Lena," I snarl. "Take it." I pump hard, emptying inside her with long spurts. The heat fills her, mixes with the other fluids, and drips down her thighs. She whimpers at the sensation, still quaking.
I ride it out, hips rolling slow as the pulses fade. The car is dead quiet except for our ragged breathing and the faint tick of the cooling engine. I stay buried in her, enjoying the afterglow, the way her body spasms around me like it doesn't want to let go. My hands trace lazy circles over her back, soothing her while my heart rate drops. She sighs, content, cheek rubbing against the leather.
When my cock softens enough, I slide out gently. A heavy trail of cum follows, slipping down her inner thighs. I watch it for a second, admiring the mess, then swipe my fingers through it. She glances back, flushed and wrecked, eyes half-lidded. I lift my hand and press my coated fingers between her lips. "Clean it." She sucks them greedily, moaning around the taste. The sight sends a fresh ache through me even though my body is spent.
I pull my fingers free and stroke her hair. "Stay put." I reach for the roll of paper towels stuffed in the back of the car. I tear off a handful and clean between her legs carefully, wiping away the worst of the mess so she doesn't sit in it on the drive home. She flinches when the rough paper hits her sensitive skin. I kiss the small of her back in apology.
Once she's somewhat cleaned up, I help her sit upright. Her legs wobble, knees trembling. I guide her to recline against the seat, head resting on my shoulder. She melts into me, boneless. I tuck her dress down, covering her thighs, though there's no hiding the flushed skin and swollen lips. She looks wrecked, sated, perfect. I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering there. Her palm finds my chest, resting over my pounding heart.
