Lex’s BMW 3.0 CSL Hommage is a tight fit for a girl my size with its twin bucket seats and no back room. But Lex doesn’t think that through.
I don’t think he’s really considering anything right now. His pupils are blown, and he’s looking at me like he’s going to drag me to hell and enjoy his time there with me.
I shift my hips, letting my panties fall to the ground around my sharp heels. The fishnet-type dress leaves little to the imagination and cool air caresses my damp flesh, causing me to tense.
“This is how it’s going to go,” he says softly, but it’s full of command. Lust and desire and something else I can’t place are so thick, they’re threatening to break his tight control. I see it in the way his jaw clenches, how his eyes never leave mine. “If we were home, I’d take my precious time and make this body quiver and leave you in a puddle of my cum. Then I’d make you clean every last drop up with this fucking brutal mouth.” His words are having their intended effect. I rub my thighs together to offset the throbbing.
“Here, it leaves less to style and more to action.” His gloved hands grab my hips, crushing my flesh between hungry palms. They’ll have his marks in the morning, and I like it. “You’re going to do exactly as I say. If you do, menace, you’ll get to cum harder than you’ve ever dreamed of before. Understand?”
I dart my eyes down the deserted street. We aren’t tucked away from prying eyes, or hidden behind a home. We’re on one of the busiest sections in an area that’s always full of walking drunks or coeds looking to bar hop. Anyone can see.
Anticipation runs through me, tampered by apprehension.
“Can you follow my orders, Sloane?”
Licking my lips, I throw away that last bit of unease and steel my resolve. I’ve been dying for him to touch me, for days, weeks. I would do this in the middle of the main street in broad daylight if he asked me.
“I will.”
“Such a good fucking whore,” he purrs, face pressed into the side of my neck. “Ready to do whatever I ask to get my cock, isn’t that right?” I tremble as his filthy words undo something in me. No one’s ever spoken to me like this.
He grabs my hair, fingers pulling me toward the car door. “Bend over, Sloane. Let me see that dripping pussy.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab the console, baring my ass to the night air. Soft leather grips my ass cheeks, kneading me reverently.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he groans, trailing fingers over my thighs. He doesn’t touch me where I need him most and I whimper.
“So fucking needy,” he drawls, retching my legs wider. I hear his zipper over the roaring of excitement in my ears.
His cock presses to my entrance, dipping inside the barest amount. Immediately, my pussy locks down, hungry, trying to pull him in.
Lex laughs, hand falling to the back of my neck. He pushes my head down, forehead cradled by supple leather. I can smell his cologne of amber and cashmere and the faintest traces of tobacco. It smells like home.
“This isn’t going to be romantic,” he reminds me, pushing further into me in the slowest pace imaginable. My body reacts violently, shaking with absolute need, my body stretching to accommodate him. God, I just need him inside of me, to ease this pain, to finally let me have my release.
“I don’t want romantic,” I say, words muffled into the car seat. “I just want you.”
He groans, my words the permission he needs as he slams his hips into me, ass cradling him like he belongs there. “Mio Dio, you don’t know what it means to hear that.” Once he’s fully seated, my breath lodges, nails clawing into the fabric under me.
He’s large, uncomfortably so. No matter of foreplay would’ve prepared me for this.
“Breathe, menace. Breathe.”
I sigh, relaxing against him, slowly letting the discomfort turn into crippling pleasure. He hasn’t moved yet and already, my body is burning.
Shifting, I push back against him to offset it. He chuckles and I take a perverse satisfaction in how strained he sounds. He’s not as completely in control as he’d like to think.
“Do you need something?” It’s teasing and I slap the chair.
“Move, Lex. I need more.” It’s a goddamn plea at this point.
The lust in my belly is growing ravenous, my body humming with need. If he edges me again I’ll die, I just know it.
The hand at my neck moves, skimming my back almost lovingly. He’s memorizing my body, imprinting my curves, the softness, where each muscle tenses under him. He still doesn’t move, his cock lodged so deep inside me I can feel every pulse, ever throb like it’s my own.
Fuck, he feels good. My pussy is wrapped snug around his cock and it feels right.
I’m in so much trouble.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy raw until she’s full of my cum.” His dirty words make me clench, groaning low in my throat. “And then, I’m going to do it all over again. I want this whole fucking world to see who you belong to, little menace. Who’s marked you as theirs.”
He pulls out until the tip is still inside me and I exhale. “Hold on.”
It’s the only warning I get before his hips snap forward and he’s fully seated once more. But he doesn’t stay there, no. He fucks me ruthlessly, his cock sliding in and out as if he trying to burrow as deeply inside me as he can.
He’s trying to lay claim to my soul, brand me from the inside and all I can do is hold on. I’ll gladly give him everything I am for just a few more moments like this.
I can’t help the noises I make, my orgasm barreling so quickly inside me that I hate myself for it. I wanted to last, to make him work for it, but he moves his hips, circling to hit my G spot so high, that his balls slap tantalizingly against my clit.
His hand pushes my dress further up, until it hangs around my neck and shoulders, and he wraps it around his fist like a leash. There’s a slight pressure on my neck, enough to stutter my breath and my pussy tightens, mimicking his actions.
“Do you like being choked?” He’s ragged, words panting against my body. “Of course you do. You’re such a fucking slut, you’ll let me do whatever I want to this perfect body. Fuck, Sloane. Listen to how wet you are. My balls are drenched.”
I moan, uncaring how loud we are or who is watching us. I’m so wet I’m making a mess on his seat, and I bite the console to stop from outright screaming. Let the whole world see this because it’s finally what I’ve always wanted.
Attention, pleasure, passion, devotion.
His free hand dips to my breasts, my bra failing at keeping the girls restrained from his assault. He plucks one nipple, pulling until pain erupts, followed by intense pleasure.
My pussy clenches and my whole body goes rigid as I shout out, climax exploding so harshly that it steals my breath and causes my vision to darken. I float, pleasure flowing from the core as I shake, mind blank.
“That’s it, baby.” He chuckles, hands pinching my hips again. “Come all over my cock. You feel so fucking good.”
He doesn’t stop moving, not until my body relaxes, orgasm crashing, a smaller one following quickly after. I’m fully sated, warmth trickling through my limbs, body dropping from exertion.
Jesus Christ. I’ve been waiting for days.
Lex pulls out, and before I can ask where he’s going, he drops to his knees behind me. His cock is replaced with his tongue, sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth raking over the sensitive flesh.
I shout out, body arching against the sudden onslaught. “Lex! What are you—”
“I needed to taste you,” he murmurs against flesh, sucking my drenched lips into his mouth. “I couldn’t waste this chance to have my mouth on you again.”
Not giving me a chance to recover, or halt him, his tongue swirls and laps against me, diving into my pussy with earnest.
Like he fucks, Lex is brutal with his mouth. He doesn’t stop to sample but dives into me, taking everything for himself. He’s memorizing me, so that he can remember this for a later date. My taste is his heaven and he’s worshiping me on his knees reverently.
Soon, I’m riding against his mouth, chasing my third orgasm of the night, looking for him to bring me there again.
“That’s it, ride my face, baby. Soak me. God, you’re fucking perfect like this, spread wide, my tongue inside of you. Cum for me, Sloane. Let me hear you scream my name.”
“Lex,” I breath, body going taunt again, even as I deny it. “I can’t—”
He adds one finger, then a second, filling me so completely that my orgasm crests with a ferociousness I’ve never felt. “Yes, you can, menace. Fucking cum,” he growls, and he twists his wrist, tongue flicking my clit as if it belongs to him.
And at this point, it does. My entire body is nothing more than his toy, being brought to heights I’ve never experienced.
I yell his name again, orgasm crashing into me suddenly, body dropping against the car, legs shaking.
He licks me languidly, tasting my release, not daring to move away. “Fucking perfect,” he praises and my cheeks blush hard.
I glance back, pushing up to see his slacks stained with his cum.
He winks at me, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, chin glistening. “I couldn’t help it. You tasted too good to stop it.”
He came from just getting me off? My blush grows and my mouth drops in surprise.
He pulls me up, tugging me back into place. “Let’s go home.”
