I wanted him more than I wanted to stop going to my father’s functions.
I just plain wanted him.
With a passion that bordered on extreme.
He growled when he saw the flash of skin, revealing the tattoo of a queen of spades.
“Too late for that,” he said, sounding rough. “Knew the moment I saw you again that I couldn’t do this. I’m not a good man. A good man would let you go. A good man would say, run, and stay far, far away. But I’ve never been a good person. I want you to be at my side, and I don’t really care what comes at me as long as you’re still standing there at the end.”
I wasn’t sure that I liked the direction his thoughts had gone.
“Are you in danger?” I asked as he sat up, dragging me with him.
His mouth went to my throat, skimming his lips up and down the length of my neck where my pulse went crazy. “Been in danger since I was a kid. Don’t plan on changing things, so that’ll probably always be a yes.”
I wasn’t sure that I liked that.
But then there was the other part of me that knew that I couldn’t walk away.
More than I should have this week, I’d thought about him.
I’d edit a video and wonder what he would think of it.
I’d slip on a pair of panties and wonder if he’d think they were provocative.
I’d slide my contacts in and smile because I knew it’d annoy him to see my eye color covered.
Then, in the middle of the night when nobody would hear, I’d use my vibrator and think about him. I’d pretend my hands were his, and that they were running up along the length of hips, over my breasts.
“What are you thinking about?” he rasped, turning me around so that I was facing away from him.
I swallowed hard, wondering what I should say.
But then I couldn’t get anything out because he roughly shoved me forward so that I was bent over his console. My shoulders were pressed down, and all of a sudden, I was face to face with his seat belt connector.
I gasped and started to rise, but he placed his large palm down over my shoulders and told me without words that he wanted me to stay exactly where I was.
Seconds later, my shorty shorts were all the way down, along with my underwear, and I was squawking in surprise.
Before I could stand up, he once again had his palm on my shoulders.
“Don’t move.”
I gasped, pissed, and not even a little turned on.
I was a lot turned on.
But again, I had to make it seem like I wasn’t.
Because that was just me.
I struggled, and before I could so much as blink, he was leaning forward and reaching for something over my shoulder.
“What are you…”
The belt buckle from the driver’s side seat went over my back and then plugged into the passenger side’s buckle.
I froze.
He did not…
He did the same thing with the other side.
Then, for good measure, pulled the belts all the way out until both seatbelts locked, tightening the straps until the only thing I could do was breathe.
I reached for the belt buckles with my hands, but he caught those, twisting them up behind my back.
He leaned forward again, getting something out of a small compartment in front of my face, and then I heard the clink-clink of metal on metal.
And then that metal was pressing against my skin as he handcuffed my hands behind my back.
“You’re fucking joking!” I cried, wiggling in place.
But I was very sufficiently trussed up and had nowhere to go.
That’s when I felt his hot breath on my ass as he leaned forward and bit the flesh.
“I’m not the typical kind of man you’d normally play with, Six.” He ran his tongue up the length of my crack, not quite getting to the good stuff, but definitely not shying away, either. “Now spread your legs a bit wider.”
I did, my knees knocking against the middle console as I moved, and he repositioned himself in the middle seat, his hands smoothing up the backs of my thighs.
His knees went up and kicked my legs out even wider, and I moaned.
Of course, that’s when I tried to move, being reminded once again that I was well and truly in place.
“I’ve wanted to touch you. To taste you. To fuck you. All these things I want to do to you…” he growled.
I heard the leather seat under his ass groan, and then he was pushing the lips of my sex apart.
Seconds later, a hot tongue slid along my overheated flesh.
I felt my face flame up like it’d never flamed before.
To give perspective, I wasn’t easily embarrassed. I mean, I was a rich goth girl. People made fun of me. The rich fucks that I’d gone to school with had done their level best to make my life a living hell, and sometimes what came with that was humiliation.
I was used to heated cheeks—and a lot of that was due to my fair skin tone.
But this?
Holy shit, my cheeks were so hot that I could practically hear my sweat sizzling.
“Relax,” he ordered, going for another swipe.
There was no relaxing with him doing this.
Not only was this my first sexual experience, but this was my first cunnilingus experience, too.
So I was an old virgin. I wasn’t the oldest virgin in the world. But Jesus, a girl had standards. And when she had someone like my father as an example of ‘good’ a girl didn’t see the point.
The only tongue that had ever been close to my vagina had been a dog that’d gotten too familiar with me when I was in high school and running at a trail. The dog had gotten loose, and he’d immediately shoved his nose up my ass.
So no, there would be absolutely zero relaxing.
There would be shaking, excitement, and anticipation, though.
His rough hands, a total contradiction with this suave outward appearance, smoothed up my thighs again, trying to soothe me.
I was still tense as a bowstring, though, waiting and ready to go off at a moment’s notice.
Seriously, he’d taken two long licks of my pussy, and I was already teetering on the edge. That was, apparently, all it took for me.
Then again, it being Lynn was also a requirement.
His hands moved up to my ass cheeks, and his thumbs reached inside to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing my most delicate parts to cool air.
“Wish I had a better light,” he growled just before I felt his mouth descend again. His hot breath was the first thing that I felt. Followed closely by his tongue.
He speared my flesh, his tongue going directly into my vagina. His chin touched my clit, and I moaned, unable to stop myself from trying to squirm.
But again, I was reminded that I was very securely situated over the middle console.
I felt his hair on my ass as he moved his face, his tongue going in and out, and his hair brushing the curve, and I reached with my fingers to touch the silky locks.
He laughed against my skin but didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead he ramped it up, causing his chin to press against my clit every fourth stroke or so.
I latched onto a lock of hair as that bowstring got tighter, and tighter, and tighter.
He pulled back, his hair slipping from my grasp, and I almost cried out in frustration, but he replaced his tongue with his fingers, sinking them inside of me so deep that I came. Right then and there.
The feeling of fullness was all that I’d needed, and he’d known.
My cry of release was so loud that I heard someone grumbling from however far away, but due to my position I couldn’t see over the car windows to know if I’d caught anybody’s attention.
But, honestly, it didn’t matter if I did or not.
Because just as I started to come down off my high, Lynn was moving again.
“I gotta say…” He blew out a shaky breath. “I’ve never been so happy to get stuck with my SUV in all m
y life.”
At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant.
My brain was misfiring and there were things that I was feeling that I’d never felt before.
But then, everything became laser focused when I felt his cock at my entrance.
My belly tensed, and I tried to look at him over my shoulder, but all I could see was the seatbelt in my immediate field of view, taking away my ability to see him.
But boy, could I feel.
And feel I did.
The way his hands were rough on the soft flesh of my inner thigh. The way his thumbs and one long finger were wet with me where he grasped me in his hands. The way his breathing almost seemed harsh as I felt the long, turgid length of his cock as it brushed against my overheated skin.
The rasp of his pants against my thighs.
The dig of the seatbelt into my flesh as I tried to move.
Then the pinch of the handcuffs as I reached for something to hold on to and didn’t find it.
“You ever fucked a man before, honey?” he asked. “Not some boy that didn’t know what he was doing?”
I couldn’t speak.
Could barely breathe.
I wanted to shout that I’d never fucked anyone before, man or boy alike.
And, I was quickly realizing, using my vibrator did not count as a sexual experience. There just wasn’t a comparison to be had between that piece of plastic and a real, flesh and blood person.
Like, zero, nada, zip, zilch.
I couldn’t tease myself the way he was teasing me right now.
I couldn’t run that fake cock up the length of my sex and gather my wetness the way he was doing.
And the feel of his hot dick notching at my entrance? Yeah, there was absolutely zero comparison.
None.
I gasped and widened my legs just a little bit more, allowing the middle console to absorb even more of my weight.
Each of my feet were now touching the door on either side of me, and that gave me enough purchase to tilt my hips up slightly, to urge him on.
He growled and leaned over the middle console and my prone body, moving his lips along my jaw.
“Wanted this for as long as I can remember,” he said. “You, trussed up and ripe for my taking.”
As he spoke, his cock started to slowly inch forward, small increments at a time.
I’d never seen Lynn’s cock.
I’d felt it through his pants. I could feel it right now.
And the wide, burning stretch told me two things.
One, he was bigger than my dildo that I used at home. Two, this was going to hurt. And then it was going to feel very, very good.
I had a feeling that a man like Lynn did sex really well. His entire attention and focus would be on me as he filled me to bursting. He would make it good for me because Lynn would never strive for anything less than perfection.
Despite the burning stretch of my pussy widening for his cock, I still throbbed for him.
I wanted more.
I wanted it all.
I wanted him so far and deep inside of me that I couldn’t articulate a clear thought.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, unable to stop myself. “I need you deeper.”
I needed him. I needed… everything that came with him.
He laughed against the back of my neck.
“Honey, I’m too big to just drive myself in deep,” he said.
His voice was a delicious drawl that sent a shiver down my spine.
I could tell, just by feel, that he was big.
But I had no idea just how big until he started to fill me more, and more. And more.
By the time that he came to a stop, I still wasn’t sure that I had all of him.
But it didn’t matter, because he pulled back, slowly, and filled me all over again.
This time, the glide was smoother, and no hitches hindered his way.
I was so wet for him that I could feel it on my thighs, and he apparently could feel the same damn thing.
“Never had someone so wet for me before,” he growled, shoving forward a bit deeper than before, hitting the entrance to my womb and causing me to squeak in surprise.
He laughed. “That’s why I can’t take you hard just yet. You’re not ready.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready for him. Not with how big I could feel he was.
I was so focused on the feel of him, the way that he was making me burn from the inside out, that I didn’t pay attention to the people outside around us.
Not until flashing blue and red lights caught my attention.
But did the man that was fucking me over his middle console stop what he was doing because of the police car that was outside our car? No.
He slowed down, however, fucking me slower so as not to rock the car. But he didn’t stop.
In fact, he only added more.
How did he add more?
That came by way of his thumb playing over the entrance to my ass.
“Wood, no!” I cried out.
I mean, holy shit, the man was placing his thumb over my asshole. My ever-only-been-an-exit asshole.
“Not yet, no,” he agreed as he continued to circle his thumb around my back entrance. “But one day. When I’ve sufficiently gotten you ready, you will.”
I will.
Not yet. But I would.
My pussy clenched down on his cock at the mere idea of him being inside of me there, and he laughed.
“I can feel that you like that idea,” he growled, dipping that digit in despite my clenching to keep him out. “This is something that would feel better if you relaxed.”
The blue and red lights were now filling up the car, and I realized that they were coming from behind us and not in front of us.
On the feeder road that ran behind the parking lot.
Other than that, there was nothing else I could tell.
Were they here because of us? Were they…
He pushed his thumb all the way into my ass and then followed that up by filling me much further than he ever had before.
I exploded. Right then and there, I exploded so hard and fast that I screamed.
Lynn grunted in surprise, either at the suddenness of my orgasm that clamped down at him, or my scream, I didn’t know.
But for very long seconds, he sat frozen inside of me, just feeling.
When I came to, it was to find his thumb still inside of my ass, and his cock pulsing inside of me as if he was all but dying to move.
“Why’d you stop?” I whispered, surprised at how husky my voice sounded.
“Because I didn’t want to bring attention to a rocking vehicle that just had a scream come out of it.” He growled, pulling out slightly and shoving back in.
There was no rocking this time, but there was definitely deep penetration.
Much deeper than before.
I’d apparently loosened up enough that I could take all of him, because I could feel the front of his hard, muscular thighs pressing against the backs of mine.
I was also very much aware of how badly my legs were starting to hurt.
“My legs…” I whispered to Lynn.
He laughed. “Sometimes things have to hurt to feel good, honey.”
I wasn’t sure that I understood, but then he really started to fuck me, each pounding thrust hurting just a little bit more than the one before it.
The lights from behind us were still there, but I closed my eyes as a feeling started to creep over me. Total abandonment.
I let him fuck me, let him make the decisions, and let myself only feel.
The burn in my legs. The tight stretch of my pussy. The ache of him hitting the end of me.
The punishing thrusting of his cock inside of me was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of.
And just when I thought that I couldn’t take anymore, another orgasm hit me.
I didn’t think anything could top the first two. How could it? They had been all but life shattering.
/> But this one? The one where he took me so hard that I felt my teeth rattle? This one was out of this world.
Bright lights started to dance in my vision, and then things started shutting down. I could do nothing but feel.
My nipples were dragging along the leather on the console. The handcuffs were digging into my wrists. The seat belts were giving me a burn.
But my body was exploding. Into a million, tiny, fucked up pieces.
I knew, even without ever experiencing it before, that I would never be the same again.
There was just no way that I could be.
Not after this.
Not after this life-changing experience.
“Fuck,” I heard him growl.
Then I felt hot spurts filling my channel. I hadn’t realized I would be able to feel a man come. But there I was, feeling it.
And it only added to the effects.
The feeling burst through me, and I could do nothing but scream. Luckily, this time, Lynn had been ready. He had his hand over my mouth to muffle the scream, and I could smell myself on his fingers.
The finger in my asshole seemed to triple in size, and it would only be later that I realized he’d doubled the number that were inside of me to two.
It felt like forever later when I finally came back to reality.
His hand slowly moved from my face to drag down the length of my back, and then suddenly I was free of not only the cuffs holding my hands in place but also the seat belts holding my upper body.
Seconds later he was sitting back with me in his arms, and the new position of his cock going impossibly deeper made me moan.
He pressed his mouth to my throat, a kiss, then a small love bite.
“I think that we’re going to be lucky if they don’t come over here and investigate after they’re done,” he growled.
I licked my dry lips. “What was so important going on behind us?”
He bit me lightly on the neck. “Someone tried to boost the car next to us.”
“Mine?” I asked in alarm.
He chuckled. “I have no fuckin’ clue. I was too busy fucking you to find out any more details than that.”
I could totally understand that.
“You heard that?” I asked. “How? I was so…”
“So full of me you couldn’t even think,” he finished for me.
“Yes,” I whispered, throat tight as embarrassment swamped me again. “That’s exactly right.”
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