Page 20 of Spitfire

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I replace the safety, and drop the gun to my side, before letting it slip onto the footrest. I immediately rake my fingers into his thick, dark hair, yanking harshly on the strands, and refusing to deny myself the pleasure that I've often daydreamed about. His fingers pull the cup of my bra down before tweaking and pulling at my throbbing nipple. He releases the hold on my neck, and before I know what to expect, he's ripped my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Better," he groans as he leans forward and takes my nipple past his lips, lashing and using his teeth on the delicate tip. I'm forced to release my own hold on his neck, my fingers coming away coated in his blood, as my head tips back against the window in pleasure.

His lips work their way up my chest until he reaches where my neck and collarbone meet, and he lashes the delicate spot with his tongue, before biting down and ripping a whimper from my mouth. "Fuck, Jasper," I groan as he continues his procession up my neck, before finding my lips again with a ravenous fervor. My head begins to swim as all the emotions and sensations overwhelm my senses. My body is on fire from his touch and kisses, and I want more. I want all that he's promising, all that he has to give.

I swallow against his hold, and he tightens his grip until my next breath is nothing but a gasp. "Naughty girl," he whispers with a smirk against my lips. God, this can't be happening, can it? How can I be allowing this?

His fingers leave my breast and make their way down the middle of my abdomen, until I feel the button of my jeans pop, and the sound of the zipper being discharged is loud in the confined space. He slips his long fingers down past the front of my panties, until the tips are brushing against my warm flesh, and caressing the top of my mound. The sensation is both too much and not enough. Every nerve ending inside of me is electrified, and my body is ready to implode. All thoughts of halting this are quickly turning to ash. "Are you wet for me, Scarlett? Is this pretty pussy ready to beg for my fingers, and my cock?"

His dirty words and sultry tone are my undoing. I shift in the seat, granting him better access so he can push my pants further off my hips, and slip his fingers between my slit. His long digit caresses my throbbing clit, back and forth in a rhythm that is threatening to make me insane. "More. I need more," I beg.

"Tell me what you need, little vixen, and I'll grant your request if you're a good girl."

Fuck, why is that so sexy? It's as if he can read my mind, and all the desires that I keep a tight leash on. I hesitate, not wanting to sound and look desperate, even though that's exactly the sensation dashing through my bloodstream. It's been so long since I was touched, so long since anyone has made me feel alive. "Tell me," he demands, in a feral growl that only makes the temperature rise further inside of me.

"Fuck me hard, and don't be gentle. Take... my ability... to speak away." I gasp as two of his fingers slam inside of my pussy, forcing my walls to spasm, and my slickness to drench his palm and the edge of my pants, which are now precariously hanging off my ass.

"Oh, little vixen, you're fucking perfect for me. I'm going to fill you up until you lose the ability to think or breathe. I'll make you crave my touch like a drug, and have you crawling on your pretty knees like the cock slut I know you are. You can't hide from me anymore."

He yanks his fingers away, and I almost cry in devastation at their loss. I'm in a bit of a daze as he pulls away, opens up his door, and stomps his way around the front of the vehicle until he's at my side. I scramble to push myself away from the door, just as he pries it open with so much force that it groans in protest. He doesn't wait for me to acknowledge what he wants, or understand his intentions. He fists my hair, yanking on the dark strands and pulling me from the car, my pants now tangled around my knees. His other hand darts to the crotch of my panties, and he yanks, ripping the material with a sting off my body. "FUCK, JASPER!"

"Soon, pretty girl." He uses his grip on my hair to push me forward, forcing my legs out of the vehicle, and my torso to drape across the seat, as he slaps my asscheek hard enough to have me gasping. The sound of his zipper has me holding my breath, as my eyes widen and I try to glance out the front window to see if we are being observed. Self-preservation and shame should be hitting me now, but instead, I have nothing, no words of protest, no demands that he stop, just pure pleasure and anticipation of being completely undone, and that should terrify me.

"No! Eyes forward, Scarlett, it doesn't matter if anyone's watching or not. Right now, you belong only to me. This ass." Slap. "And this soaked pussy, are mine to do with as I please." He strums his fingers against my throbbing clit, and I have to swallow my scream as pleasure mixed with pain flows through me, ratcheting up my already rapidly threatening orgasm.

My breasts hang out of my disheveled bra below me, and my tresses that have come loose from my ponytail cover the side of my clammy face. His fingers move from my clit to dip inside my aching pussy, before gathering moisture and continuing up to my back hole. All the oxygen leaves my lungs, and I go utterly still. He rubs my slickness around my hole, dipping the tip of his finger into the ring of muscle, as my ass clenches in desperation to keep him out. "Have you ever had a cock in this tight hole, Scarlett? Has anyone had the pleasure of stretching you back here before, or will it be all mine?"

I shake my head, my hair clinging to my lips, as they open and close without sound. He releases a rumble behind me that reverberates with pleasure and has my toes curling in my sneakers. He likes that I'm untouched back there, that if he takes me here and now, he would be the first. I know I should stop this. This is all so sudden and unlike both of us, not to mention lewd and dangerous. I raise my head with one last-ditch effort to end this madness, and have common sense return, but it's useless. In the same moment, he slams his cock inside of my dripping pussy, his body pushing mine further into the seat, and forcing me to brace, or smash my face on the center console.

"Fuck, Scarlett! You're a snug fit," he groans, the sound deeply masculine and causing my core to clamp down on his hard, invading cock. "I'm not even fully inside of you yet, baby."

What? What the fuck does he mean he's not fully inside of me yet? My whole body spasms, my core hot and overly full, as he pulls back to the tip and thrusts forward once more, pushing more of himself inside of me, until a scream rips from my lips, as he quickly reaches the end of me in this position. "Please..." I beg, but I'm not even sure what I'm asking for.

His hand in my hair instantly pushes my face down into the seat, forcing me to suffocate on the leather, as I struggle against his grip and invasion of my body. "You will take all of me, every fat, fucking inch, little vixen. Now do me a favor, baby, scream for me."

He pounds forcefully inside of me, beginning a punishing, brutal rhythm that has me seeing stars, and trying to pull my body away from him as I scream, but the sound is muffled against the leather. His grasp on my hip holds me firmly, exactly where he wants me. I struggle desperately to get air inside my lungs with my face smushed against the seat. I claw at his grip with my nails, but it only makes his clasp harsher, as he takes from my body all that he desires.

The orgasm barrels up my spine, my body tensing in response to everything that is happening around me. My mind blares with the possibility that others are watching him fuck me like a wanton whore on a side street in broad daylight. Yet nothing would make me halt what is happening here. "Touch yourself, Scarlett, make your pretty pussy sing." He leans over and bites hard on the back of my neck to emphasize his demand.

My trembling fingers force their way under my body until I reach my clit, and I use my forefinger and middle finger to rub rapid circles on my overwhelmed bundle of nerves, as he keeps slamming again and again inside of me, without breaking his stride, and bringing me closer and closer to the edge. The mixture of pain and pleasure swirls inside of me like something insidious that demands to be set free. My vision begins to blur, white spots appearing before my eyes, and I can hear how ragged my breathing has become, and how he's growling deep in his throat like something feral that's ready to tear me apart.

I'm close, so fucking close to the breaking point that I can almost grasp the pinnacle to hurl myself off of. I just need a little push. "I'm gonna fill this pretty cunt with my cum, and a part of me really hopes you're not on birth control, little vixen."

His words are the detonator to my orgasm, and have me closing my eyes as the waves of euphoria flow over me with blinding precision, and the sound of my blood rushes in my ears. He thrusts two more times and then slams to the hilt, his hips pressed firmly against my trembling ass as my legs finally give out and crash against the seat, smacking my face against the shifter in the process.

He finally allows me to turn my face to the side and gulp huge gasps of air, as my heart threatens to rip right out of my chest. His body is fully pressed against me, the heat from his still-clothed body searing into mine as his ragged breath sounds in my ear. Neither of us can move an inch, as we come down from one of the best orgasms of my life.

A noise reaches me in my blissed-out state, leaving my body stilling and tensing. What the fuck is that? I crane my neck, but my hair is covering my face like a dark mass, and partially blinding me. "Oh shit," Jasper groans, as he straightens and pulls out of my swollen, battered hole. I instantly feel wetness slipping from inside of me, and groan with the reminder that he came inside of me. What the hell was I thinking, allowing that?

Then the vibration registers once more, and I instantly force my body up, grasping the torn pieces of my shirt and reaching for my jeans, now below my knees. Clapping. Someone outside the vehicle is not only clapping but also whistling. Someone just watched what we did.

Mortification fills me, and I duck my face, using my hair to once again hide my features. "WHAT THE FUCK, JASPER!" I hiss loudly, humiliation causing heat to rise up my cooling body.

Jasper pulls himself away, and out of the corner of my eye, I watch him tuck his cock away inside his pants, the only evidence of what we have done. Meanwhile, I'm half naked and look like a slut. "Shut the fuck up, the show's over!" He growls to our audience as he stalks to his side of the car and gets back in.

"Get us the fuck out of here now, Jasper!" I demand, as I discreetly glance out the window to see if I can catch a glimpse of someone recording us on their phone.

"Don't sweat it, Scarlett. I kept your face out of their sightlines, so all they could see was my cock sliding inside of you."