“No,” I snap, wrapping my legs around his hips and my fingers around his taut forearm, letting my nails bite in. “Like the first time.”
“Every time is like the first time for me,” he says. “You’re so fucking tight I want to scream.”
“No,” I gasp, covering his mouth with my other hand. All I can think about is someone coming out and seeing us like this, fucking in broad daylight like a couple of animals who can’t keep their hands off each other, who can’t even make it to the house before they rip each other’s clothes off.
“You’re a bossy little bitch, aren’t you?” he asks, smirking down at me as he crushes into me until I can feel his tight balls against my bare ass, ready to explode into me. The sensation sends ripples of forbidden pleasure through me, suddenly, I’m so close I don’t know if I can hold it.
“Yes,” I gasp, too close to the edge for shame. “Cum inside me, Devlin. Please.”
“I could cum all over your belly and those perfect little tits.”
“No,” I breathe, arching up against him. “Please. I want to feel you fill me up. Nothing else does it. I want it all inside me.”
Devlin grinds me down into the seat “You really know how to fuck with a guy’s head,” he says. “But if that’s what you want, I’ll fill your tight little cunt with my cum until it overflows.”
Biting his lip, he grips my knees, pulling them open and pinning them wide. He arches up so he can watch his cock bury itself inside me with each thrust. I rake my nails down his chest, biting my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure and pain. His hand clamps around my neck again, and he barks at me to cum as he drives in the final time, stretching me impossibly far, his shaft thickening as cum pumps through it and spills into me. His fingers spasm around my throat, and it’s too much, I can’t take it. My nails bite through his skin and cries tear from my throat as blackness blots out my vision, my toes curl, and my whole body jerks and bows like a butterfly spread wide open and pinned through the center.
He holds me down, letting me writhe against him as orgasm holds me gripped in its teeth, the exquisite balance of unbearable pleasure and wrenching pain wrapping around every inch of my body. Devlin’s whole body jerks each time he pulses into me, pouring liquid heat into my parched core as it squeezes him over and over, sucking every drop from him as if he could save us. I can’t seem to stop even when he stills. My body is still going, waves crashing over me for minutes on end.
Only when I stop crying out do I realize how long it’s been, how rough and sore my throat feels. Devlin releases his grip and lowers down onto his elbows and kisses me, a smirk playing over his lips. “Guess you really do like it when I choke the shit out of you.”
“Was I that loud?” I ask, suddenly embarrassed for telling him to stop and then getting loud myself. But god, I needed that. I feel wrung out, and yet, he filled me and satisfied me in a way I haven’t been since the last time. Even knowing I got out of control can’t cut through the haze of bliss around me.
“I’ve never made a girl scream like that before,” Devlin says. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming or dying.”
“I wasn’t sure, either,” I say with a shaky laugh. “You think anyone heard us?”
“I think the whole neighborhood heard you.”
“Shit,” I say, unable to hold back a giddy, embarrassed grin. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I tried to hold back.”
“Don’t apologize,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. “That was fucking hot.”
“If you ever gloat about it, I will punch you in the nuts,” I say.
Devlin chuckles. “When you’re good enough to make a girl scream bloody murder, you don’t need to gloat.”
“You’re gloating,” I say, laughing and pushing at his shoulder.
“Okay, I better get my dick out of you before some gangster comes over and starts shooting,” he says, kneeling up on the seat and putting himself away. I start to sit, but he pushes me back, his gaze landing between my thighs. He swallows hard, his eyes widening.
“What?” I ask, starting to sit again.
Again, he pushes me back. “Sugar,” he breathes. “Just… Let me look at you for a minute. If this is the last time, I want to memorize every stroke of the masterpiece you are.”
For a long minute, I lay there feeling intensely, terrifyingly vulnerable while he watches his cum leak out of me onto his leather seat. I can feel the burning heat of his eyes, the adoration in his sweeping lust, and ache in his yearning. Warmth begins to build between my thighs, as if he’s touching me with more than his weighted gaze. Just being admired in this way brings my own desire to the surface. As if my womanhood has a mind of its own; or as if he awakened it and now it obeys and responds to his every desire without him saying a word. Whatever the reason, that part of me revels in his admiration, adores his adoration. Longing coils around my core, and I tilt my hips and spread my thighs wider, wanting his touch to ease the ache his gaze has created.
“Oh god,” Devlin groans. “I’m already ready to fuck you again.”
“Me, too,” I breathe, so relieved that I’m not alone in this raging need for him. “I don’t think the last time was enough.”
“I don’t think it’ll ever be enough,” Devlin says. “I’ll never get enough of you, Crystal.”
seven
Crystal
We’re still in the backseat when I hear a screen door slam.