14. Scarlett #2
He pounds forcefully inside of me, beginning a punishing, brutal rhythm that has me seeing stars, and trying to pull my body away from him as I scream, but the sound is muffled against the leather.
His grasp on my hip holds me firmly, exactly where he wants me.
I struggle desperately to get air inside my lungs with my face smushed against the seat.
I claw at his grip with my nails, but it only makes his clasp harsher, as he takes from my body all that he desires.
The orgasm barrels up my spine, my body tensing in response to everything that is happening around me.
My mind blares with the possibility that others are watching him fuck me like a wanton whore on a side street in broad daylight.
Yet nothing would make me halt what is happening here.
"Touch yourself, Scarlett, make your pretty pussy sing.
" He leans over and bites hard on the back of my neck to emphasize his demand.
My trembling fingers force their way under my body until I reach my clit, and I use my forefinger and middle finger to rub rapid circles on my overwhelmed bundle of nerves, as he keeps slamming again and again inside of me, without breaking his stride, and bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
The mixture of pain and pleasure swirls inside of me like something insidious that demands to be set free.
My vision begins to blur, white spots appearing before my eyes, and I can hear how ragged my breathing has become, and how he's growling deep in his throat like something feral that's ready to tear me apart.
I'm close, so fucking close to the breaking point that I can almost grasp the pinnacle to hurl myself off of. I just need a little push. "I'm gonna fill this pretty cunt with my cum, and a part of me really hopes you're not on birth control, little vixen."
His words are the detonator to my orgasm, and have me closing my eyes as the waves of euphoria flow over me with blinding precision, and the sound of my blood rushes in my ears.
He thrusts two more times and then slams to the hilt, his hips pressed firmly against my trembling ass as my legs finally give out and crash against the seat, smacking my face against the shifter in the process.
He finally allows me to turn my face to the side and gulp huge gasps of air, as my heart threatens to rip right out of my chest. His body is fully pressed against me, the heat from his still-clothed body searing into mine as his ragged breath sounds in my ear.
Neither of us can move an inch, as we come down from one of the best orgasms of my life.
A noise reaches me in my blissed-out state, leaving my body stilling and tensing.
What the fuck is that? I crane my neck, but my hair is covering my face like a dark mass, and partially blinding me.
"Oh shit," Jasper groans, as he straightens and pulls out of my swollen, battered hole.
I instantly feel wetness slipping from inside of me, and groan with the reminder that he came inside of me.
What the hell was I thinking, allowing that?
Then the vibration registers once more, and I instantly force my body up, grasping the torn pieces of my shirt and reaching for my jeans, now below my knees. Clapping. Someone outside the vehicle is not only clapping but also whistling. Someone just watched what we did.
Mortification fills me, and I duck my face, using my hair to once again hide my features. "WHAT THE FUCK, JASPER!" I hiss loudly, humiliation causing heat to rise up my cooling body.
Jasper pulls himself away, and out of the corner of my eye, I watch him tuck his cock away inside his pants, the only evidence of what we have done.
Meanwhile, I'm half naked and look like a slut.
"Shut the fuck up, the show's over!" He growls to our audience as he stalks to his side of the car and gets back in.
"Get us the fuck out of here now, Jasper!" I demand, as I discreetly glance out the window to see if I can catch a glimpse of someone recording us on their phone.
"Don't sweat it, Scarlett. I kept your face out of their sightlines, so all they could see was my cock sliding inside of you."
Ohmyfuckinggod, he knew! He knew that someone was watching, and he fucked me like a twenty-dollar whore anyway in the street.
I'm going to fucking murder him. I lose my restraint, reach across, and slap him in my fury.
The sound is loud in the silent vehicle as we speed away, making him jerk the wheel, but he quickly recovers. "How could you fucking do that to me?"
"What? Give you what I bet might be one of the best orgasms of your life? Live a little, Scarlett, life's too short to be so uptight."
I'm going to fucking kill him. How could I have let that just happen?
Never mind that, where is my dignity? I'm as much to blame as he is.
I could have said no, but instead I allowed things to progress to this embarrassing level.
I refuse to confirm his suspicions that it was, in fact, one of the best sexual moments of my life.
He doesn't need to know that, though. His head is already big enough with his prowess.
His gaze turns towards me, and it brings me a mediocre amount of joy that my fingers are imprinted in red blotches on the side of his face now.
"We still need to talk, Scarlett, and I need you to tell me the truth now.
Why didn't you point out the second figure in the video with Ashmaker, at the crime scene? There is no way that you missed that."
Oh shit, he saw him too.