𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞...
You were so excited for the class 1-A reunion, and even happier to see your crush. But it's always one step forward and 2 steps back wh...
You both call for the bill, and he glares at you when you dare to speak.
"Who will be paying this evening?"
your waiter mumbles, looking between both of your raised hands.
"Me. Don't mind her, she doesn't understand what the word 'gift; means,"
he growls and you groan. But in the end, you let him pay, glaring at him while the payment is being processed.
You stick your tongue and cross your arms, watching as he rolls his eyes and dismisses the servers when you kick him under the table, rattling it and causing the blanket to sway.
"you fuckin' brat."
he grits, sending a shiver down your spine.
You cross your legs and he grins.
Nodding towards the door,
"Let's go."
he waits for you to grab your bag before putting a hand around your waist.
You look up to him.
Were you guys about to fuck? Again?
Just the thought was hot in some twisted way.
The both of you hail a vallet, and you both get in.
But surprisingly he's eerily silent.
"Where are we going...?"
you ask, your voice cracking too many times for your comfort.
"Where do y'think, sweetheart?"
you wrack your brain but all you can think of is sex, and those big hands, broad back and- you wrack your horny brain but can't come to a socially acceptable conclusion.
You're so far in thought, that you don't register the car coming to a stop and a heavy hand on your thigh.
You look at his hand and grab his face, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.
He reciprocates this action with glee, and your tongues dance around each other, while his hands scale our body, learning each and every one of your curves.
You tussle your hands into his unruly hair and let the air get trapped in your lungs.
His sloppy kisses move from your lips, a few peppered on your jaw, and finally down your neck.
His hands are warm as the bunch up your dress, and finally, his lips meet the valley of your boobs.
He leaves open-mouthed kisses on the skin the dress doesn't cover.
"You looked s'good tonight."
you moan, silence being eliminated by your desperate noises despite the dead of night.
"Mhm, all for you."
you hum, playing with his hair while he nips and licks at your skin.
He squeezes at the plush of your thighs, watching as the soft flesh plumps out the gaps of his fingers.
He pushes his seat back and lifts you into his seat, sitting you on the warm leather.
His hands hold your ass as he continues to litter kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can find.
You feel his erection rubbing against your clothed cunt only moving his hand to try to move your dress up.
He runs his hands up your thighs, taking special to move your dress up and move his thighs under your panties in one swipe.
He rubs his thumbs on the bare skin on your waist, slowly pulling your panties down and off, hanging by one of your ankles.
He pushes you farther up the seat so you can rest your feet on the headrest, putting yourself on full display as your tits spill out of the top of the dress.
He keeps circling your clit, listening to your mewls as if they were a melody- and finally when he's satisfied he gently pushes into your cunt.
He goes slowly, but for every moan, he hears it's almost like he increases speed.
And when he presses on that sweet spot, making your eyes roll back and making you scream- he's relentless.
He laces his fingers around your throat, just enough to make you dizzy.
Your core starts to get tight with your impending orgasm, and on reflex, you close your legs.
"'S too much!"
He clicks his tongue and moves his other hand from your hip, delivering a smack to your ass.
You cry out and he waits for you to comply to continue his actions.
"Keep those legs open. C'mon, know you can do it, sweetheart."
tears start to well in your eyes, and you can't tell if it was because you were robbed of your release- or if it was because he was being so mean.
His hold on your neck tightens just a little while he pushes your leg back behind the seat.
He pulls his fingers out with a pop, not giving you nearly enough stimulation.
A string of your arousal bridges the fingers which are now in his mouth to your weeping cunt.
He plans his cock a bit before reaching into the glove compartment, grabbing lube.
He rolls the rubber down his throbbing cock, emptying the pack of lube over his dick.
He pushes his fingers back into your sloppy hole, the remnants of the lube mixing with your liquids.
He pushes inside your poor hole, the stretch bringing a sweet, sweet, burn.
"Fuck... s'tight."
he groans, pulling his hips back, and doing so drags his dick against your gummy walls pulling yet a another moan from your lips.
He pushes his hand under your knee, practically folding you in half and pushes his dick further into your little hole.
He brings his hips back again, dragging his heavy cock over all your spots making your eyes roll back into your head before you slaps his hips against your thighs again.
He does this one more time before pushing you back just a little more before going faster, kissing your cervix while you hold on to the back seat and grip at the window for dear life.
Tears start to spring to your eyes again while he rams his hips against yours, rocking the car entirely.
You cry and wail, uncaring of how loud you are- it's becoming too much and not enough all at the same time.
The coil in your core start to pull taut as you claw at his pelvis as he slams his hips into your own, your hands perfectly marking and outlining the declining V and his chiseled body.
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