Youâd already been fidgeting the whole damn drive, tugging at the edge of your skirt like you werenât sure if you wanted me to see what was under it or not, biting your lip and staring out the window when I called you pretty.
Now Iâve got you in the back of my truck, pressed up against the worn leather seat, shirt halfway undone, lips bitten red. Youâre straddling my lap, thighs spread, sweat clinging to your skin under the hot dusk air.
And youâre trying so hard.
Trying to bounce on my cock just like I told you to. Trying to be good.
But your legs are shaking, muscles trembling under my hands. You keep slowing down, breath hitching with every push down. You look wrecked, already overwhelmed, already fucked out, and I havenât even taken control yet.
âCâmon, Pet,â I murmur against your cheek, voice low and warm, almost gentle. My hands hold your hips tight, grounding you. âDonât give up now. You were so eager back at the house, begging for me to fill you up. You donât get shy now, not when youâve got my cock in you.â
You whimper, body twitching as I thrust up into you just once, slow and deep, watching the way your face crumples, eyes fluttering shut.
âShit,â I whisper, dragging my lips along your neck, âyou really are built for this, huh? Look how easy you open for me. How good you take it.â
You shudder, hands clinging to my shoulders, breathing hard.
âToo much,â you whisper, head tilting back, âI canâtââ
âYes, you can.â I hush you with a kiss to your collarbone, nosing down the open front of your shirt. âYouâre mine, arenât you? My Pet. My good little thing. You just need me to help, donât you?â
I guide your body, setting the pace for you, making you ride me just the way I like; a slow, aching grind, all drag and stretch. Youâre gasping now, breath catching every time you come down on me. And youâre so fucking warm, so tight around me itâs making me dizzy.
âThatâs it,â I groan, palming up your chest, groping, worshipping. âFuck, look at you. Such a good doll. Dressed up so sweet, all dolled up in lace and this little button-up, looking like a damn gift. And youâre all for me.â
You cry out, soft and desperate, face buried in my neck.
I slow the rhythm, hold you still with one hand at the small of your back and the other cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at me.
âLook at me when I cum in you,â I murmur, deep and steady. âI want you to remember exactly how it feels when I fill you. When I claim you.â
And when I finally push deep and spill inside you, you whine like your whole bodyâs gonna break apart, clenching around me so tight it almost hurts.
I keep you there, straddling my lap, my cock still buried deep, stroking your sweat-damp skin, breathing against your throat.
âYouâre mine now,â I whisper, holding you close. âMy Pet. My favorite thing. Gonna keep you right here til the stars come out. Let you feel it drip down your thighs. Let you learn what it means to be taken care of.â
You sigh, exhausted and dazed against my shoulder, but I feel the way your hips roll one last time. Needy even after all that.
And fuck if that doesnât make me hard again.
