“I’m going to fuck you, just like this.”
The dominance in his voice made my breath hitch and I stilled. Strong fingers wrapped in my hair, pushing me down at the same time my hips were being raised up. Just as my cheek was pressed into the fabric of the seat, I felt him prodding against my entrance where I was already slick and ready.
“Please,” I begged breathlessly. As much fun as it had been teasing him, being at the reins, I desperately wanted to enjoy my comeuppance. “Please, I need you.”
“Don’t worry,” he practically growled, his voice was so base. “I’ll take care of you.”
Oh God, he really was going to, wasn’t he?
And then he was inside of me with one powerful thrust. I gasped, my whole body locking up with the sensation. It was too raw, too wonderful. I went from achingly empty to stuffed full and it excited me in a way I didn’t think were possible.
“God, Mickey!” I cried, not paying attention to how loud I was being.
And yet it didn’t seem to be enough. “Louder.” He ordered, his hands digging into my hips, pulling me to slam back into him before pushing me away. “I want to hear you let go. Of everything. Don’t hold back, do you understand?”
I tried to answer him with actual English, but all that came out was a plaintive sort of whine. Thankfully, he seemed to understand that I was trying to agree and kept on pounding into me, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire frame.
It was wild and frantic and everything I needed. I wanted the sweat, I wanted the pain. I wanted all of him in the moment and for the rest of time. I didn’t know what was going on with me. While I had always been a bit tenacious in bed, it’d never been like this. So unbridled and full of heat. But that’s exactly what I needed from him. Mickey was so strong, full of all this power that could bring his opponents to his knees. I wanted him to pour all of that into me like my body was made for it.
Because it felt like it was. From my broad hips to the soft swell of my stomach, I couldn’t help but feel like I was specifically engineered to take him like no one else could. He didn’t have to hold back with me; I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to pound into me without restraint, his fingers to bite into all the soft parts of me until I had little bruises to treasure for the next few days. I wanted everything.
Suddenly I was being physically lifted up and pushed forward until my naked breasts were pressed against the cold window. If we weren’t in the darkest part of the parking lot and it wasn’t so late, I knew that anybody walking by would be able to see me. That thought combined with the physical sensation of it made me gasp and a lick of pleasure shot through my whole body.
I cried out, but Mickey’s teeth just found my neck to kiss and worry at my skin as he drove mercilessly into me. He didn’t slow. If anything, his thrusts grew harder, faster, and I could only whine my appreciation.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I heard him breathe harshly behind me, every word punctuated by its own thrust that went so deep into me I thought I might be able to taste him. “You feel…” he drew in a breath as if he was searching for the right word, but it never came. Instead he groaned into my back, the sound sending chills rippling through me once again.
Euphoria rocked my brain and all I could do was hold on and ride it out. That base side of me, the unevolved, primitive instincts that seemed to lurk within everyone, was loving each second of it, reveling in the passion, heat and lust.
We went on for what seemed like hours, but probably was no more than ten minutes. Our bodies both grew slick with sweat and other fluids were dripping onto the seat. It seemed that new car smell that I’d noticed when I’d first climbed in was not going to survive the night.
“Mickey, oh god Mickey, I’m close.” I gasped, leaning back to push against his muscled chest. He was too perfect, too delicious, I wanted to feel as much of him as possible.
He reached around me, his calloused fingers walking down my hip bone, then to my center and then finally finding that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden between my lower lips.
I wasn’t sure the sound that punched out of my mouth as he manipulated that point, but it was purely primal. As soon as it escaped my throat, I went toppling over my edge into a pool of undiluted white.