“Mhm-h-m.” Some kind of a mumble bubbled out of me as I tried to focus on the kitten and not on Zion moving my panties aside and nudging my feet apart.
“You have no idea how much I want to bathe you in a pool of red and then fuck your tight little pussy and ass,” he said hoarsely, and nipped my earlobe.
A shiver rushed up my spine at the slight ache. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He buried two fingers inside me, and I rose on my tiptoes from the sudden intrusion. “Yes, you want me to paint you in blood, or yes, you want me to fill your holes? Which will it be?”
The car before me, the mountain behind me, the early spring sun beating on us, it all dissolved as I clenched around his digits, praying he would make me forget where I was, at least for one minute.
“Bo-Both,” I choked out, clutching the fur ball closer to me, holding on to it like a lifeline keeping me upright.
“Then make those little sounds I’m addicted to.” Roughly pumping inside me, he hit the spot that made my head spin, and my vocal cords declined my request to cooperate. “Hold the cat.”
“Wha—”
Before I knew it, he’d yanked all four layers of fabric down to my knees, exposing me to the cold that bit my flesh.
“I want my birdie to chirp.” Zion lowered onto the asphalt behind me. “And if you won’t listen to me, I’ll make you.” His mouth descended on my pussy.
My legs shook, and I instinctively leaned forward, resting my forehead on the edge of the car’s roof, grinding against Zion’s face as he lapped me up.
Soon, his grip on my thighs grew bruising, and he spread my legs as much as my multiple pairs of pants scrunched up around my knees allowed. But the pain rising from the force he’d exerted coaxed a cry out of me.
He latched onto my clit, sucking, and sucking, andsucking, luring my gasps to flee my lips, my body to grow stiff. As he gently bit the sensitive bit of flesh, heated pleasure tore through me, and I whimpered his name.
“More,” he grunted, and pushed the two fingers back inside me.
The kitten’s nails dragged against my parka as it clung to me. My failure to soothe the creature and Zion’s tongue scrambled my senses into overdrive, sending mespinning.
The whirlpool of sensations crashed into me, and I contracted around his digits, woozy and a bit giddy.
Panting, I stroked the young cat, hoping to comfort it.
“Don’t you dare shut up.” Slipping his fingers out of me, Zion shoved them into my open mouth and hooked them around my cheek. “I’ll chain you up in my underground again if you don’t scream in the next minute.”
The snap of a waistband signaled his hurry to get his sweatpants out of the way. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I clenched from the anticipation.
“Sing for me.” He thrusted so hard his pelvis slapped my ass, his grasp the sole reason why I didn’t fall into the back seat.
I was surely going to be sore tomorrow, but I couldn’t deal with slow and languid right now.
The brutality? It helped me to forget.
As he viciously rocked in and out, I moaned around his two digits, holding on to the last strand of my sanity to avoid dropping the cat. To distract myself, I began petting it again, my movements uncertain, but stopped when Zion’s fingers found my clit and pinched it.
“What did I say?” he demanded.
A whine fled from my chest at the sting. My back arched as I sought to escape the feeling, all the while needing more, justmore. “I-I can’t.” I couldn’t focus on anything. “Yes— Good— Oh…”
“Sing.” Slamming into me, he slapped my pussy.
I yelped, and drool trickled down my chin. My cheek, that he was set on torturing, burned, but the pain only spurred me on as he pounded into me, his grunts tightening my core?—
Iburst.
I could’ve sworn the car tilted off its axis, and I tumbled together with it, unintelligible mumbles leaving me as I succumbed to the onslaught of tingles curling my toes and straining my muscles to their limit.
“Gods, those sounds.” Removing his fingers from my mouth, he seized both my hips in a chase for his own peak. His movements quickly turned jerky, and he groaned, “Kali.”
