“Such a dumb girl. You think you could say such nasty things and I wouldn’t lose my fucking mind?”
“I’m sorry,” I squeak, still disoriented.
He pulls on my hair for just a second, then leans down and nips my earlobe. “You think I don’t know we’re a terrible match?”
My hands find his belt loops and grip them, pulling his hips flush with my front. This is so wrong, but I need him closer.
“I want you so much,” I say, pained.
He rips open the backseat door and ushers me inside like we’re running out of time. He joins me and slams the door shut.
“What are you doing?” I panic andsearch around.
Some people are still walking to their cars. The windows are tinted, but still, someone might see me in the backseat with a man.
“Don’t be stupid. This forgettable guy is gonna make you cum so hard you remember me till the day you die.”
He manhandles me like I weigh nothing, laying me across the backseat with my shoulders pressed to the door. He pushes up my dress and pulls down my underwear in seconds.
“Jack,” I exhale in shock, yet don’t stop him.
I don’t want to.
He lowers his face between my legs, and I gasp as his lips meet my sensitive skin. I shudder instantly. He flattens his tongue and drags it from my entrance up to my bundle of nerves. The sensation is heavenly.
I thread my fingers into his hair and tug lightly. In a shaky voice, I confess, “I masturbate thinking of you.”
Tenderly he kisses my clit, causing me to whimper.
“Oh?” More gently than he pulled off my panties, he feels my entrance with his fingertip, lightly pressing my hymen. “How are you still a virgin when you get wet this fast?”
I whimper once more. “Only you do this to me.”
He carefully slides in his finger and smirks. “Good.” Then he draws small circles with his tongue around my clit.
I drop my head back and moan, breathy and shameless. Because I crave this. I dreamt of this.
“You like that, my lil’ Bible thumper?” he rasps, then gently sucks the small mound.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He kisses, sucks, swirls, and laps my most sensitive spot. My body screams for him. I shake as euphoria builds fast. My thighs close around his ears on their own accord, and I unravel in a way I never have before. It’s nothing like touching myself.
I pant heavily as the pleasure trickles away and I come to.
He jerks my hips closer, so my shoulders slide onto the seat. He lowers himself over me. I feel swallowed under his masculine, broad frame.
For a moment, he kisses my collarbone and neck with hungry, wet caresses. Then he grinds his hips against mine. The car softly groans under our weight. His pants are still on, but his erection presses to my body, and I roll my hips, wanting him.
“You’re so pathetic and sexy when you cum, you know that?”
I shake my head.
“Beg for it, church girl. Beg for an atheist to fuck your virgin cunt.”
“Here?”
He nods and quirks a smile that’s devastatingly handsome. “Does it matter where as long as it’s me?”
