I keep going. Could do this for hours. But I'm drenched. My pussy's throbbing, empty, desperate. I need him inside me.
I pull off with a wet pop.
"I'm going to fuck you right here," he tells me. "I don't care who notices. I don't care who hears."
Oh God. Yes.
His hands are on my hoodie, pulling it over my head. My shirt follows. Both get tossed into the backseat. He unclasps my bra, surprisingly deft for such big hands, and tosses that too.
Then his mouth is on my breasts. Sucking my nipples until they're stiff and sensitive. I tilt my head back, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning too loud.
His hands move lower. Unbutton my jeans. Pull them down along with my panties until I'm completely naked, juices literally dripping onto the seat.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growls.
"It's embarrassing," I whisper.
"No." His voice is firm. Final. "Don't ever be embarrassed about a natural reaction. This is fucking hot."
"Thank you."
He puts one hand on my ass, helps me straddle him. The position is awkward in the small space but we make it work. He guides his cock to my entrance and I sink down.
I'm so wet he slides in easily. We both laugh, breathless, amazed, at how perfectly we fit.
I start moving. Slow at first, adjusting to his size. Getting used to feeling so full. Then faster. Bouncing on his cock as my hair flies around my face. His hands grip my ass, helping me move. I grab one of my own breasts, squeezing.
"Fuck," Danny groans. "You feel incredible."
I ride him harder. Faster. The car rocks with our movements. Anyone walking by would know exactly what's happening. I don't care. All I care about is this—him inside me, filling me, making me feel things I haven't felt in years.
Making me feel alive.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Danny groans beneath me.
"I love it," I gasp. "God, I love your cock. I want more."
The sound of my thighs slapping against his is obscene. Loud enough that anyone nearby would hear. I glance up at my apartment building, only one window has lights on, not mine. I wonder if they can hear us. Wonder if they know what's happening in this car.
I don't care.
Danny's hand comes up, cups my chin, makes me look at him. We're both sweating, hair messy, completely undone. But there's so much passion in his eyes.
He pulls me down and kisses me.
It's incredible. Devastating. Like being kissed for the first time as a teenager, like the world's ending and this is our last momentand we need to make it count. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into his mouth, never stopping my movements, riding him through the kiss.
When we break apart, both gasping for air, he says, "Get on all fours. If you can."
I have no idea if that's even possible in this tiny car, but for him I'll try. I'll try anything.
I maneuver myself awkwardly until I'm bent over the passenger seat. Ass up, face down, my cheek pressed against the cold leather. It's not comfortable but I don't care. Not when I feel Danny shifting behind me, positioning himself.
His cock presses against my entrance again and he thrusts forward. Deep. So fucking deep from this angle.
"Oh God," I sob.
My face rubs against the seat with each thrust. He's slamming into me now: harder, faster, deeper than before. I'm trying to brace myself, trying to find something to hold onto, but there's nothing. My hands scrabble uselessly against the seat.
