“Is this on the schedule?”
“Get out.”
I unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her out of the car, before pushing her stomach over the closed trunk.
“Quill! I’m half-naked!”
“Good.”
I open her thighs and with a loud grunt, I sink my cock into her pussy.
Fuck. Me.
I don’t think I could have waited a second longer. I pound out all the day’s frustration into her, crushing her against the car, smacking her already-sore ass hard in rhythm.
“Quill!” she chokes out. “Someone will see us!”
“You want me to stop?” I growl.
She bites her lip, looking just as annoyed as yesterday, when I asked her permission.
Only this time, I’mnotasking.
“You can struggle. You can try to escape,” I hiss, driving into her hard. “You can tell me to stop. But you can’t do a thing tomakeme. There’s nothing you can do except take it, for however long I’ve decided you’re going to take it.”
Every word I say is accompanied by a vicious thrust, while I wrap a hand around her neck and squeeze.
“Do you feel how helpless you are?” I rumble in her ear, my hand pressing against her pulse. “Do you?”
She nods, her pussy gripping desperately at my cock. “Fuck, Quill… fuck… I’m going to come!”
She speaks the words in a shriek as she tenses and shudders around me. Moments later I’m falling against her, my cum fillingher. I hold her to me, breathing heavily, as she whimpers into the metal of the car.
I keep her trapped under me for far too long, unwilling to let her go again. Unwilling to go back to the tense painful awkwardness that will inevitably return at some point.
The only time things feel normal between us is when my cock is in her pussy. And I’m definitely going to need some time to recuperate after this round.
Sighing, I stand up at last, giving her one last smack on her ass, which causes her to whimper. “I hope we’re there soon,” she grumbles as she hobbles back to the car. “You hithard.”
“I can hit harder,” I smirk, sliding back into the driver’s seat.
But even when we fuck, it doesn’t feel completely normal. Because she won’t let me kiss her.
Well, here we go. The tense painful awkwardness is back as I turn my eyes to the road, wondering if she’ll ever let me kiss her again. Meanwhile, she’s soon lost in her own thoughts, staring out the window.
She’s the first one to break the silence.
“You never did tell me.”
“Hmm?”
She hesitates, chewing on the lip that belongs to me. Orshould.
“I guess I assume a lot,” she hesitates. “But you never actually told me. Or did you?”
I grind my teeth in annoyance, wondering if she’s really that incapable of finishing a sentence, or if she’s trying to bait me. “Did Iwhat?”
“Did you tell me?”