20 - Jess #2
“We're gonna have to make it memorable, then.”
He drove his fingers deep inside my pussy.
My one hand slapped flat against the steamy glass of the driver’s window, while my other dug into the dense muscle of his shoulder for leverage.
He established a fast, hard tempo that shook my thighs, his fingers curving inside me, his shallow breath ghosting across my cheek.
“You’re gonna fall apart right here, babe. Right on my hand.”
A needy whine fell from my lips as I tried to move to his pace. It was hopeless. My co-ordination was wrecked.
Footsteps sounded outside, much closer than the previous voices. They were accompanied by the distinct beep of a car alarm unlocking.
My pussy clamped down around his fingers, the risk of getting caught squeezing my walls tight.
Arousal flowed from my core, coating his hand in the evidence of how turned on I was.
Dane let out a low, amused laugh against my throat, fully aware of how the public setting weaponized my own body against me.
He sped up his stroke, curling his fingers to press against my G-spot with every deep plunge.
When I came, it was with a force that fragmented my vision. I shook and quivered through a dizzying sequence of spasms as my hand squeaked down the window, leaving a sweaty trail in the mist gathered there.
“Show-off,” Dane teased, his throat tight with his own restraint as he kept up the friction through the tail end of my release. “Look at you. So fucking hot when you come for me.”
“You made it easy,” I hummed.
While the tremors still held me captive, he leaned back to give me a clear path to his shorts. “Take it out.”
I pulled the fabric down past his hips, and his cock sprang free. A solid pillar of heat, already leaking at the tip. My pussy contracted in a sympathetic reflex just looking at the size of him. I slid my thumb over the head, spreading the slick across the tight skin.
The contact made him shudder, though his self-control remained a marvel of human engineering.
“You’re so big,” I whispered, mostly to myself. Not as big as Brock, but sizable enough to make me gag, that was sure.
“The staring is doing wonders for my ego,” he said, eyes black with hunger, “but can we please move this along?”
“Oh, so now you have manners?”
He let out a wicked laugh and gripped my waist, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh above my hips as he lifted me slightly.
Sliding the broad tip of his cock over my clit, he dragged his shaft up and down through my folds.
The friction was excruciating. Perfect. A streak of pre-cum and my own juices providing the backdrop for his torment.
“You’re gonna drip all over my seats,” he said with a breathless smirk. “You want it bad, don't you?”
“Shut up and put it in,” I gasped, my fingers clawing at the meat of his shoulders.
“Ask nicely.” And he brought his swollen tip across my opening one more time, a torturous slide that made my pussy contract in desperation.
The pressure of his tip at my entrance locked me in place without trying. “Please, Dane. Fuck me.”
“I wanna watch you take it. Show me.”
I braced myself then, drowning in his eyes, as I sank down.
Inch by inch, my pussy opened to accommodate his delicious girth.
The stretch felt immense, a tight fullness that occupied every part of me.
I swallowed back a cry, my breath catching in my throat as his cock slid deeper, stretching me until his pelvis pressed flush against mine.
My lungs refused to work. I sat there, impaled and spread to my limit, fighting to find an even cadence to my breathing.
“That's it,” he murmured, his smug veneer cracking as his voice turned rough. He gently brushed away the hair sticking to my face, his thumb ghosting over my trembling lower lip as I tried to contain all of him. “Open wide, Jess. That’s it. You're taking all of it so well.”
Before I could fully recover, he bucked up hard, a violent surge of his hips that rammed his cock even deeper.
A needy, high-pitched whimper tore from my throat, ricocheting off the fogged-up windows of the cabin. Dane didn't give me time to settle. He gripped my hips with an iron hold, lifted me halfway up his shaft, and then slammed me back down with all his strength.
Then the rhythm turned brutal. He established a fast, relentless pace, his solid chest knocking into me as he launched his dick into every downward drop of my weight. The Bronco began to rock, the suspension groaning under the weight of his punishing motion.
“Oh, God…” My nails raked down the smooth skin of his back, leaving red tracks in their wake as the friction inside me turned scorching.
“You like this better than the gym floor, huh?” He drove into me again. “Tell me how good it feels to get ruined in my truck.”
“You're insane,” I choked out, my hips rolling to meet every thrust. And each jerk crushed my clit with a wave of tension that brought me closer and closer to coming undone.
“You don’t look like you hate it,” he growled, angling his dick to stroke my G-spot with a devastating accuracy that sent me over the edge. “Come for me again, Jess. Squeeze me until I break.”
The second climax crashed through my body with an uncoordinated, all-consuming violence.
My pussy clamped down around his cock in wild, crushing spasms, my body shaking as the release took on a life of its own.
In the middle of a desperate shudder, my elbow slammed the horn and a deafening blast shattered the quiet of the empty parking deck.
We both jumped, mutual shock freezing us for a fraction of a second. Then, Dane let out a breathless, booming laugh against my neck, picking up the persistent, grinding motion of his hips. He kept fucking me right through the end of my climax, his shaft sliding through a fresh spill of my release.
“Jesus, Jess.” His voice was a hoarse vibration against my skin. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
“You're the one... who fucked me... into the horn. Genius.”
He dipped his hand lower, tracing the dripping stream of our connection to collect a generous swipe of my juices. Then he reached behind me with that same hand.
"How about we turn this adventure up a notch?"
Before I could process the question, his slippery finger grazed over my tight hole, painting the puckered skin with my own lubrication.
I gasped, tensing up instantly. “Dane.”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll go slow.”
He nudged my hole with a firm, testing pressure that made my body lock up despite his reassurance.
I went stiff on top of him, my hands freezing against his collarbones.
This lay so far outside my established sexual repertoire it belonged in a different zip code.
On a different planet. My brain scrambled for a witty remark, but the feel of his finger pressing against that forbidden perimeter sent a hot, heavy rush of blood straight to my pussy.
My clit throbbed, swelling in an immediate, involuntary response. It felt… good…
He paused, his chest rising against mine. “Is this okay?”
I stared at his eyes, the heat pooling between my legs making the decision for me. “Keep going.”
Dane obliged. He slipped the tip of his finger into my ass, a smooth invasion while his cock remained firmly inside my pussy.
I bit back the sound of surprised eagerness as the sensation of being filled from two different directions made my ears ring.
He began a careful rhythm, sliding up to his first knuckle then pulling back out.
I rolled my hips to meet the pressure, dizzy from the mind-melting fullness of it.
Another climax loomed on the horizon, the tension building to a tight coil. Then he added a second finger, pressing hard against the tight ring of muscle.
“Breathe, babe,” he said, his grip steadying my waist. “You know you want this.”
I sucked in a shaky breath, willing my muscles to relax around his fingers. The moment I let go of the tension, my body opened up, and Dane slid both fingers deep into my asshole. The dual plugging eclipsed any other sensation. It was filthy, raunchy, and everything I’d ever wanted.
“More,” I demanded. There wasn’t so much as a quiver in my voice.
His eyes snapped up, meeting my blazing gaze with a look of disbelief. But also excitement. He stared at me like I’d just started speaking fluent Mandarin.
I nodded, confirming the madness. “I want more.”