He glides the blunt tip of his dick along my seam, a silent warning. Meanwhile, I open my mouth to argue again, but he’s already pushing inside me, impatience embedded in every pump of his hips. A sharp inhale tramples over whatever words were on my tongue, and my jaw practically unhinges from the burn as he stretches me.
“Oooh, f-fuck,” I stutter through a moan.
I hold on to the middle console with one hand while the other tightly clutches the seat, the leather creaking beneath my nails digging into it.
“Kellan,” I warn tightly, my voice wobbling. I frantically swing my gaze between the two windows to confirm no one is there. “We can’t do this here.”
He ignores me. A low, guttural groan emits from the base of his throat while he fits into me in rough little thrusts. Just as I release another moan, he withdraws to the tip, only to slam the rest of the way inside me. I jerk forward, forced to grab the shoulder of his seat to catch myself while the tail end of my moan turns into a high-pitched squeal.
Holyfuck, I do not possess even half as much vagina required to comfortably fit his length inside me. Yet, he demands it of me anyway, slowly drawing out before slamming into me again, wrenching another cry from my throat.
All my brain power concentrates on pulling in air. I’m so goddamn full, and he’s taking up vital space for my lungs to properly inflate.
“That wasn’t very quiet, darling,” he purrs mockingly.
“Fuck you,” I gasp out, aiming a glare over my shoulder. Not that he can see my face very well anyway, with his head towering far over the top of the car.
His response is to suck on his thumb before pressing it against my asshole and pushing it inside me. My mouth drops wider, but he givesme no time to process the feeling before his cock retreats and slams into me again with a sexy groan.
However, the only sound I’m capable of is a gurgled mewl as pleasure zips up my spine. Instinctively, I arch my back, and it’s the final nail in the coffin. He offers no warning, no ‘hold on tight,’ before he truly begins to fuck me.
I choke on a scream as he pounds into me, his staccato moans barely rising above our skin loudly clapping. All sound suspends in my throat as euphoria washes over the entirety of my body. It feels fucking incredible, especially when he applies pressure against the thin barrier between his thumb and cock.
“Kellan! Oh my God,” I whimper, digging my nails harder into the seats, desperately trying to keep my voice low. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, fuck!”
“What’s wrong, baby?” he grinds out. “You think you can look so pretty sucking on my cock while refusing to let me touch you, then come all over your fingers and think I won’t remind you who owns this pussy?”
I try to answer, but all that comes out is a, “Nnng.”
“Let me hear your words, Rev,” he snarls. “’Cause I don’t care who sees me fucking this greedy little cunt. It’s mine to eat and fuck whenever I want. This ismypussy, you hear me?”
My brain latches on to him saying he doesn’t care who sees, and I make the mistake of gasping out, “No!”only to realize he asked a question after it’s out of my mouth. He’s fucking me too hard for me to catch up and correct myself in time.
“No? Do I need to drag your ass out of this car and let anyone who passes by watch? I’ll pin you on the goddamn hood and fuck your ass, Reverie, and I’ll let them watch every goddamn second of it. Don’t fucking test me.”
The threat sends a healthy dose of panic through me, yet a sick thrill flutters in my stomach when the image he paints shoves its way to the forefront of my brain. In the safety of my mind, imagining him throwing me onto his hood, pinning my knees to my ears, and taking my ass while strangers watch… My inner walls contract, and my stomach flips again from how much it excites me.
“It’s yours, it’s yours,” I say quickly, the words breathless and jumbled. “It’s your pussy, Kellan. Yours to eat and fuck whenever you please.”
He moans loudly in response, and though there’s a small voice somewhere in the back of my brain, panicking about someone hearing, not a single cell in my body is inclined to stop.
Little cries leak from my throat as he fucks me ruthlessly, and all I can do is hold on and try not to scream. It’s too much and just right all at once. The spot he’s hitting has entire galaxies floating in my vision, yet I can’t fucking breathe from how deep inside me he is.
“Where the fuck you goin’, baby?” he growls, lifting my hips and roughly dragging my knees back to the edge of the seat.
I hadn’t even realized I was slowly inching forward, like my body was subconsciously searching for a reprieve.
His voice drops into a dark, condescending rasp. “Tryin’ to run from me?”
“Uh-uh,” I gasp, shaking my head.
My tongue feels far too heavy to form a single coherent word. Instead, small, sharp cries break free, shapeless sounds that waver in frequency and pitch yet communicate how I’m feeling all the same.
However, he drags me back again with a snarl, his words graveled as he questions me. “Then why the fuck do you keep running, huh? You tellin’ me this sweet little cunt can’t handle my fat cock? That it, baby?”
Even if I could answer, he doesn’t give me the chance. His palm cracks over the apple of my ass cheek, and starbursts explode over my vision. The sound I make is somewhere between a breathless, maniacal laugh and an eager moan, and the pleasure is so goddamn intense, a shiver racks my entire body.
He does it again, and my stomach tightens as I skyrocket to the edge of the Earth. I’m overlooking the precipice and seeing nothing but an endless abyss below. Once I fall, I’ll never find my way back again.
