“And you’re mine,” she replied without hesitation—a claim that felt like a brand on my soul.
I turned her around, my breath catching at the sight of her in my jersey. It hung loosely on her, but it did nothing to hide the curves that made my heart race. I lifted the hem, exposing the smooth skin of her back, and drank in the view of her round ass—perfectly shaped, a sight that ignited a primal hunger within me.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, squeezing it with both hands. The feel of her flesh under my palms sent a rush through me like electricity. I loved the way my handprint would linger there, a mark of possession she wouldn’t forget. “You in my jersey… goddamn, if that doesn’t do things to me.”
Without waiting for a response, I slammed into her. The force of it took us both by surprise; she gasped, hands clawing at the hood of the car as if searching for some kind of stability in the whirlwind we’d created.
“Hold on tight,” I growled against her ear as I thrust again, pulling almost all the way out before burying myself deep inside her once more. Each movement felt electric, like I was connected to something far beyond just flesh and bone. She clung to the hood for dear life while my hips met her with relentless power.
Her moans filled the night air, mixing with our heavy breaths—the perfect symphony of raw need and pleasure. Every slam into her felt like an offering and a claim all at once; it was intoxicating.
I drew back slowly again before slamming into her once more, savoring how she trembled beneath me each time I entered. It was maddening—each thrust drew out our pleasure like a drug I couldn't get enough of.
“I’m going to rut in you like a goddamn animal,” I declared through gritted teeth, gripping her hips tightly as if I could meld us together through sheer force.
She whimpered at my words—a sound so deliciously desperate that it sent another wave of heat crashing through me.
“Nick,” she gasped as I pulled back again only to push deep inside her once more.
“Don’t hold back,” I urged between thrusts. “Let it all out.” My body moved with primal instinct now; thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm as every part of me focused on this moment—on her.
She was everything—the soft warmth around me contrasting with the cold metal beneath us. Every ounce of restraint faded away as passion consumed me whole; all that mattered was feeling how good she felt wrapped around me.
Her body responded eagerly to mine, pushing back against every thrust as if urging me deeper still. The sounds she made only drove me further into madness—fueled by lust and possessiveness and something else entirely.
My fingers dug into her skin harder with each thrust; marks left behind would be reminders long after we’d pulled apart. She arched against me, urging more—more friction, more heat—and how could I deny such want?
With every slam into her slick depths, I knew we were pushing boundaries neither one had ever touched before. There was no hesitation; just us losing ourselves in this frenzy where nothing else existed outside our connection.
“I need you,” she cried out softly between gasps for air—a plea so pure it hit me hard right in the gut.
And fuck if that didn’t make everything burn hotter inside me.
“You’ve got me,” I promised low and fierce; it felt more real than anything else ever had. We were bound by something undeniable here—an animalistic draw that surged through us both.
I leaned down closer over her back and whispered breathlessly against her ear, “I’ll make sure you remember this.” Each word was punctuated by another thrust that sent shockwaves up both our spines—the kind that kept us on edge yet craving even more at once.
In this moment beneath the stars with nothing but desire surrounding us—we weren’t just bodies tangled together; we were two souls blazing brightly amidst chaos—and damn if it didn’t feel good to finally unleash what had been pent-up for far too long.
Her moans were driving me wild, echoing through the dark, empty street like a siren's call. Every gasp, every whimper, it all pushed me closer to the edge. But I held on—barely. I wasn’t coming until she shattered around me, not until I had wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her body.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around my cock.”
She moaned louder, her body arching against the hood of the car. Her nails scraped against the metal.
“You like that?” I taunted, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that had her crying out in pleasure. “You like being fucked like this? Out here where anyone could see you? Where anyone could hear you screaming my name?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice raw and needy. “God, yes.”
I reached forward, my hand snaking around her body to find the swollen nub between her legs. The second my fingers brushed her clit, she jerked violently against me.
“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re so wet for me. So fucking tight.”
Her walls clenched around me with every word, and I knew she was close—so damn close.
“You’re gonna come for me,” I commanded, my fingers circling her clit with relentless precision. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
Her moans turned into desperate cries as she bucked against me, her body trembling on the edge of release. I felt it building inside her; the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was ready to snap.
