Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
ASTRID
One moment, Rush was teasing and taunting me with his fingers. The next, his belt was unbuckled, and he was pressing his head against my entrance. I whimpered and spread my pussy lips apart, giving him better access.
“Please …” I whispered. “Please, give it …”
Rush shoved his fat cock inside me, and I cried out in pleasure. My fingernails dug into his taut shoulders, and I tugged on his sweatshirt, desperately being filled with all of him. He thrust deeper and deeper and deeper inside me until his balls were pressed against my hole.
“Oh my God!” I cried, setting the tops of my feet against his thighs to bounce.
I moved up and down on his dick, my tits in his face.
I hadn’t wanted to tell Rush. I didn’t want to tell anyone at all. Diya wanted me to keep it a secret, and the more people who knew that I wasn’t really pregnant, the more people would put two and two together and realize that it was Diya.
But how could I resist the man who had been teasing me for weeks now?
Rush grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged back on it, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He ran his mouth across my skin, his slight stubble tickling me. Heat coursed through my body.
I bounced up and down on his cock, meeting his thrusts. My head lolled back so I stared at the ceiling of his car. Up and down. Empty and full. Over and over. I curled my toes, the pressure building up higher inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he growled.
“Tightest pussy you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” I asked.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but somehow, somewhere, I had gathered this confidence. Rush had probably been inside of many women before, but I wanted to be the best one.
“Only pussy I’ve ever had,” he grunted.
My eyes grew wide, and I clenched. Hard.
The only pussy he’s ever had? Does that mean …
“The first pussy I get to feel wrapped around my cock and the first pussy I get to fill to the brim with my cum, so it’s dripping down your thighs all the way back to school, and we can show the rest of Redwood who you belong to.”
Fuck! How does that make him even hotter?!
He ran his mouth all over my body, down my chest, from one breast to the other, sucking on my nipples, biting them, tugging on them. “Tell me you want it, Hellcat. Tell me you fucking want every last drop of cum in my balls.”
“I don’t want it,” I cried. “I need it! I need your cum. Please, give it to me!”
A couple more hard, deep thrusts, and then Rush stilled inside my pussy. Pleasure exploded through me, my body’s instinctual reaction at finally being filled with his cum—something that I had been waiting for, for so goddamn long.
I tried to push my thighs together to displace all the pleasure, but Rush kept himself nestled inside my tight pussy, never letting me pull him out more than a couple of millimeters. He lifted his hips to get even deeper.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You feel so good.”
“More,” I pleaded. “Fuck me again. Give me more of your cum.”
“You want more of me?” he asked against my lips.
“Please …”
Rush pushed the door open, lifted me with his cock still deep inside me, and stepped out of the car. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting him to pull out of me. His cum was dripping around his cock and out of my pussy, the wetness rolling down my thighs.
After he set me on top of his car, I leaned back against my forearms. Grazing his hands down my thighs, he took my knees and parted them, his mouth coming down on my neck again, this time sucking harder.
Each kiss, he sucked on my skin, moving further and further down my body and definitely leaving marks each time.
He reached over his head and tugged off his shirt, his body huge underneath the sunlight. I clenched around him even tighter, so fucking lucky to have a man like him inside me, to be his first, to take his cum.
“Watch me fuck your swollen little cunt,” he growled, seizing my hips.
When he pulled out of me and pushed himself back into me, I moaned. The mere sight of him pushing his cum deeper into my pussy did terrible, terrible things to me. I dug my fingertips against his car until they turned white, letting him fill me up.
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
Back and forth. In and out. Empty and full.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled. “These hips.” He moved his hands further down my legs. “These thighs.” He continued until he was gripping my ankles, holding them in the air and apart, his gaze on my cunt. “The way you take my cock so well.”
“If any of the guys saw the way you’re using me right now, they’d be so jealous.”
My words made him even more feral, and he pounded into me faster, his muscles straining underneath the light. He used his grip on my ankles to thrust in and out of my cunt, faster and faster and faster, and then he stopped.
Pleasure rushed through my pussy, and I cried out, coming once more.
After a few last pumps, he pulled out, breathing heavily.
“Take a picture,” I murmured, lying back on the hood of his car with his cum leaking out of my pussy. “Keep it with you in your car when you race.”