Then Danny grabs both my arms. Pulls them behind my back. Holds my wrists in one massive hand.
I'm helpless now. Completely at his mercy. Like a doll, and he's controlling every string. I belong to him in this moment and I fucking love it.
He's pounding into me. The whole car's shaking. Anyone walking by would see it rocking, would know exactly what's happening. The thought makes me even wetter.
"Danny," I gasp. "Danny, I'm—I can't—"
"What, baby?"
I turn my face as much as I can, looking back at him through the mess of my hair. "I'm going to cum. Oh God, I'm going to cum."
"Then cum for me." His voice is rough. Commanding. "Cum on my cock."
That's all it takes.
My orgasm rips through me like a fucking rocket, so intense I press my face hard against the window until I'm sure there's a mark on the glass. Every muscle clenches. My pussy spasms around his cock, gripping him, milking him.
And he doesn't stop. He fucks me through it, prolonging the waves of pleasure until I'm sobbing, gasping, completely wrecked.
"Fuck, Joanna," he grunts. "I'm close. I'm going to finish inside you because there's no way in hell I'm stopping now."
"Don't stop," I beg. "Please don't stop. Cum inside me. I want it. I want all of it."
He doesn't last three more thrusts after that. I feel the exact moment his cock throbs and pulses, feel him shoot two massive loads deep inside me, coating my walls with his cum.
"Fuuuuck," he groans, long and low.
But he doesn't pull out. Not right away. He gives me a few more slow, deep thrusts, making sure I take every drop of his seed. Then finally, he pulls out.
"Don't move," he says.
"What?"
"I want to watch my cum drip out of your beautiful ass."
Heat floods my face, but I stay exactly where I am. Ass up, face down, completely exposed. I feel his cum start to leak out, trickling down my thigh.
"Enjoy the view," I manage to say, and I'm surprised by how confident I sound. How good I feel. Like my body is something to be admired instead of hidden.
He's silent for a moment. Then: "Fucking beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful."
No one's ever made me feel like this. No one's ever looked at my body, my chubby, imperfect, stretch-marked body, with this kind of hunger. This kind of reverence.
It's invigorating.
Finally, I straighten up, wincing slightly. Everything aches in the best possible way. We both start getting dressed quickly, fumbling in the small space. When I pull my panties up, I can feel his cum still dripping out of me with each movement. When I sit back in the driver's seat, there's an audible wet plop sound.
We both freeze. Then burst into laughter.
"Oh my God," I say, mortified and amused at the same time.
"That's hot as fuck," Danny says, still grinning.
I grab some napkins from my glove compartment. I always keep them for Daisy's inevitable spills, and start cleaning up. Danny helps, wiping down the seat, being surprisingly gentle and thorough.
When we're done, he turns to me. His expression is serious now. Intense.
"I don't regret this," he says. "At all. And I don't expect you to think this is a one-time thing."
