My heartbeat slalomed as she whimpered, “Please. I need you. I need your dick.”
“Why?” I rasped, smoothing my hand over her soft legs, trailing my fingertips over the inside of her thighs. They instantly spread wider, like she was encouraging me to go higher, but I kept the touch light.
Taunting.
“Tell me why, Inessa.”
“You fill me full,” was her thick response. She grabbed my hand, dragged it higher.
“This little cunt wants my cock, huh? Wants to be stuffed?” I played with the slit that was weeping for me.
“Y-Yes,” she moaned.
And I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t, even if, later on, I’d kick myself for being a fool.
“You might not like what you’re asking for,” I warned.
Her eyes had been closed until that point, but at my words, they flared open and she stared straight at me. “I want everything you have to give.”
My nostrils flared, and though foreign needs suffocated me, I grabbed her waist, spun her around, and demanded, “Straddle me.”
She did as bid, and the sight of her slick cunt, dripping…
Any other woman, I’d have cared about my pants and upholstery.
Inessa? I wanted to be covered in her cum. I wanted it on my face, on my hands, around me, soaking me through.
She went to open my fly, but I growled. “Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them.”
She obeyed. Instantly. I heard her grip the wheel, in fact, and I reached for the blouse, tugging the buttons open with a care I wasn’t feeling, but I didn’t want to disrespect her to the point where my family knew what we’d been doing. A blouse she couldn’t fasten was a giveaway.
My hands were shaking as I unfastened them, but revealing the lacy bralette was more than worth the wait.
I dug deep, propping her tits on the shelf of fabric as I reached down, freed my dick, and licked around her areolae, nibbling the tip with my teeth.
With my dick out, I grabbed her hips, shuffled her where I needed her, then, grabbing my cock once more, I pushed it against her tight hole.
Fuck, she was wet and small, and I gritted my teeth as I rocked my head back against the headrest. The move put our eyes in perfect alignment as she sank down onto my dick, taking every inch of me.
The sharp cry that escaped her set my nerves alight, and I grabbed her hips once more and urged her into riding me.
She was awkward at first, and I understood that, and for some fucking reason, those swaying movements got to me more than a practiced slut would.
Every time she moved off me, I gritted my teeth hard, and when she accepted all of me, I wanted to fucking explode.
Because I was close, ridiculously, shamefully close, I rubbed her clit. I’d normally have driven us both a little crazier, but there was no way I could handle feeling more out of control than I did right now.
She stunned me by grabbing my hand, raising it to her mouth, then biting down on my palm—right where I’d sliced it during our vow. The tiny pain didn’t register, but what did? Her claiming. Fuck.
Like that was all she’d needed, she exploded around me while every other part of her froze into a stillness so powerful, it dragged the cum straight out of me.
With a heavy groan, I exploded into her, but unlike her stillness, I burst into action. I drew her against me, shoved my face in her tits, and forced her to move to prolong the glorious feelings she’d dragged out of me.
Only when I’d come down from that insane high did I sag, and she slumped against me.
I knew, at that moment, I’d never been closer to someone than I was with her.
To the world, she was my possession, but the sense of belonging I felt was different than ownership at that moment.