𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄
𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 "𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩" "𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥", 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈
𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟐𝟔 + 𝟐𝟎
Tom and I had unforgettable car rides together. We'd stop to take pictures and sing along to songs. Those moments were so special and I'd always cherish the memories we made. For our vacation, Tom booked us a lovely lake house and we both agreed to drive eight hours instead of flying.
The road trip was long and monotonous. With six hours still left to go, I couldn't help wondering if flying on a plane would have been a better option. We could have already arrived at the lake house by now, but Tom had insisted on driving.
However, being stuck in the car for several hours gave me time to muse over all the exciting things we could do once we finally arrived at the lake house. My thoughts began to wander, and I couldn’t help but imagine all the fun we’d have together. Inevitably, my mind went to a slightly less innocent place, but it was hard to resist the enticing possibilities.
Tom was focused on the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other casually resting on the gear stick. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the suggestive placement of his hand. But then I started to notice his hands—those veins, his large hands that always seemed to find their way to my waist. It was enough to make my heart race.
Tom noticed me roll my eyes and smirked. He then placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a firm squeeze, making the flesh jiggle beneath his palm. I glanced down at the GPS, feeling myself getting impatient as I saw we had at least another four hours until we reached the lake house. This road trip was starting to feel like it would never end.
“Seriously, Tom,” I complained, "why did we have to drive all the way to the lake house when we could have just flown there? It would have been easier, saved us on gas and money. Driving for so long isn't exactly my idea of a good time!"
I continued to vent my annoyance about the road trip, but Tom remained silent, only scoffing in response. The lack of communication was only adding to my frustration. To make matters worse, my stomach was rumbling with hunger, and this endless drive was doing little to alleviate my boredom. Then, I felt his grip on my thigh tighten—a clear hint that he was growing tired of my complaining.
"Jesus Christ, just shut up." Tom snapped, his voice taking on an edge of annoyance. I had a retort on the tip of my tongue but before I could say it, his fingers dug into my thigh, silencing me. "We're still hours away, so quit your goddamn bitching. You want food? I'll stop at the next gas station."
"And if you keep backseat driving, I'll drop you off right here and make you walk the rest of the way." Tom continued, his patience clearly wearing thin. His threat hit a nerve and I immediately quieted down, not wanting to test his threat.
It was clear that Tom had had enough of my constant complaints. He shot me a warning look, his fingers digging harder into my thigh. "We're still hours away," he growled, his voice full of irritation. "If you want food, we'll stop at the next gas station. But if you keep on nagging me, I'll drop you off right here and make you walk the rest of the way."
The car fell into a tense silence after Tom's warning. I fidgeted in my seat, the tension almost unbearable. I glanced at Tom, who had a stern expression on his face. He still had his hand firmly planted on my thigh, occasionally giving me a warning squeeze when I fidgeted too much.
I headed into the gas station to look for some snacks while Tom filled up the car with gas. The store was small and had the typical assortment of road trip essentials: chips, candy, drinks, and overpriced sandwiches. I picked out a few snacks and a bottle of water before paying at the counter.
The cashier was a young man with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. He had a defined jawline and an attractive, boyish look to him. As I approached the counter, I couldn't help but notice his pleasant smile and friendly demeanor.
"Hey," I said, placing my snacks on the countertop. The cashier looked me up and down with a friendly smile. “Long drive?" he asked, scanning the snacks and entering the total on the register.
“Yeah, we’re heading to a lake house a few hours away,” I replied, feeling a bit awkward under his gaze. But there was something about him that made me feel comfortable, like we were old friends catching up.
“Sounds fun,” he said, bagging up my snacks. “You’re with the guy pumping gas outside?”
“Yeah, my boyfriend,” I replied, feeling a pang of guilt as his gaze lingered on me. I fidgeted awkwardly, not really knowing what to say next. I looked over my shoulder to see Tom still filling up the car.
The cashier’s eyes followed mine as I glanced out the window to check on Tom. He chuckled, clearly amused by something. “He seems like an interesting guy,” he commented, pushing my bag of snacks towards me.
I bristled at his comment, feeling a pang of defensiveness for Tom. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
The cashier shrugged, his smile never wavering. “I don’t know, just seems like a bit of a intense guy.” He leaned on the counter, resting his chin on his hand. “You sure he won’t get jealous you’re talking to some other guy?”
I was about to respond to the cashier's comment but Tom walked in just then. He paid for the gas and grabbed me by the arm, practically yanking me out of the store.
"Get in the car," he snapped, his grip firm on my arm. I could see the anger etched on his face and knew better than to argue.
I quickly got into the car, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Tom was being possessive again and it was starting to get on my nerves. I buckled my seatbelt as he got into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut.
The silence in the car was tense and uncomfortable. I could feel Tom's irritation radiating off of him. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Without a word, he pulled out of the gas station and merged back onto the highway.
I fidgeted in my seat, feeling like I was on eggshells. I knew Tom was still mad and I didn't want to make it worse by saying something wrong. But at the same time, I was starting to feel annoyed by his possessive behavior.
I glanced over at Tom, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. I took a deep breath and spoke up.
"Tom, are you mad at me?" I asked cautiously.
Tom's gaze shifted to me for a moment, his jaw still clenched. He exhaled loudly before responding.
"No." He said curtly, turning his attention back to the road. But the tension in his voice betrayed his answer. He was clearly still fuming.
I could tell he was lying. His terse response and the way his knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly gave it away. But I didn't push the issue. I looked out the window, trying to ignore the thick silence between us.
The car ride continued like this for another couple of hours. Tom's anger hung in the air like a thick fog while I tried my best to keep quiet and not provoke him further.
Eventually Tom broke the silence. "Why were you talking to that guy?" he asked gruffly.
I tensed up at his question. I knew he had seen me talking to the cashier at the gas station.
"I was just making conversation," I replied defensively. "He was just being friendly."
Tom huffed, clearly not satisfied with my answer. “Just being friendly, huh?” He repeated sarcastically.
“You know I don’t like you talking to other guys. Especially when you’re with me.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling resentment bubbling up inside me. “I can talk to whoever I want, Tom. It’s not like I was flirting with him or anything.”
Tom’s grip on the steering wheel tightened even more, his knuckles turning white. “I don’t care. I don’t want you talking to other guys, especially when I’m around,” he repeated, his voice firm.
His possessiveness was starting to cross a line.
I felt my own irritation rising. I was getting tired of his constant jealousy and possessiveness. "Seriously, Tom? You can't control who I talk to. I'm not your property," I snapped.
Tom shot me a glare, his jaw clenching even tighter. "Oh, so now you're trying to argue with me?" He said sarcastically. "You know I don't like it when you talk to other guys. It pisses me off."
I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling trapped in this ridiculous argument. "Tom, you're being ridiculous. I just talked to the guy. I wasn't flirting with him or anything."
Tom huffed again, his anger barely contained. "I don't care. I don't want you talking to other guys, period. You're mine and I don't want any other man looking at you, let alone talking to you."
The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “You're always so damn jealous all the time!” I snapped, my frustration boiling to the surface.
Tom's face twisted into anger as he turned to look at me. “What the hell did you just say?” He growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I instinctively shrank back in my seat, regretting my outburst. But it was too late to take it back now. I could see the anger and hurt in Tom's eyes, and I knew I had crossed a line.
My heart skipped a beat as Tom turned onto a dirt road and stopped the car. His tone was cold and menacing, sending a chill down my spine.
"Get in the back. Now. Before I hurt you."
I didn't dare argue or disobey. Quickly, I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed into the backseat of the car. Fear coiled in the pit of my stomach as I waited for whatever was coming next.
Tom followed me into the backseat, towering over me. He was mad, angrier than I'd seen him in a long time. I tensed up, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen.
He grabbed my wrists in an iron grip, pinning me against the door. His face was millimeters from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut," he snarled, his voice low and menacing.
I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears. I struggled against his grip, but it was futile. Tom was bigger and stronger, and he had me completely at his mercy.
He dropped my wrists, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it roughly over my head, the fabric catching on my lips. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my covered breasts. There was a hunger in his gaze.
A mixture of fear and anger rose up in my chest. I was defenseless against him, trapped in this car on this isolated road.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "You've been mouthy all day," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "Maybe I need to teach you a lesson doll."
My heart was beating faster and faster as he pressed himself against me, his body firm and unyielding. I tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to go. The power imbalance was painfully obvious.
His predatory eyes made its way to my covered breast. They were covered by a lace bra. Tom alway loved when I wore lace bras for him. He grabbed onto it before ripping it off of my body.
He took one breast in his mouth, he licked, sucked and bit my nipple. While his hand fiddled with the my right breast pinching, gripping, squeezing. Which earned a moan from my mouth. I looked down his hard cloth member pressing against my thighs.
He removed his mouth from my left breast and moved over to my right doing the same thing he did to my left breast. He removed his mouth, purple little bruises formed all over my breast.
He removed his mouth from breast all together. He made his way to my pants. He played with the waist band of my pants, before pulling them down to my ankles. He threw them they landed somewhere.
I was completely at his mercy. He hooked his fingers around my lace panties before ripping them off. I gasped. He shushed me. His long fingers played with my folds.
I put my hand on his chest. I gripped onto the black shirt that cling to his body. He removed it immediately. His tan muscular body now visible to me. He sat in between my legs, his hard length pressing against my hot sex.
He rocked his hips into mines. He was such a fucking tease. He put my legs around his waist I needed more. My moans grew louder and louder with each passing minute. This new angle made it so hard to not break under him.
He pulled off his pants. His cock straining in his black boxers begging to be freed from its cage. The car seems to grow hotter with each passing minute. I just needed him to be in me. But we’re playing stupid game of cat and mouse.
He pulled down his boxers his hard cock finally being freed from its cage. It twitched and looked pre-cum. He aligned himself up at my entrance. He didn’t even give me time, he was already inside of me. My hands made their way to his shoulders. I held his shoulders as he bottomed me.
He chuckled, a cruel, possessive sound. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said, his voice a mockery of sweetness. "You like it when I fuck you like this don’t you my little cum dump.”
I could barely form a proper sentence. I was so fucking fucked out I could barely keep my eyes open. My breast bounced with each thrust Tom made. My body started to sweat. His chest pressed against mines.
His hands wrapped around my neck. His brown eyes pouring into my own as we both lay here in this intimate moment. He wanted me to look at him while he fucks me.
“Don’t look away from me. Only look at me.”
His cock hitting my g-spot, every single time. I was coming undone and fast. My legs trembled my back arched. I painted his cock white with my cum. He didn’t stop he was still going overstimulating me to the max.
“T-om.”
He kissed me to shut me up. He started pounding my tight little pussy like it was a life or death situation. I moaned and cried but they fell deaf to anyone since no one was around. I felt him twitch inside of me. He was close. His thrust got sloppy and messy.
He started thrusting like a mad man. Our skin slapping against one another. Sweat trailing down our bodies. I clawed at his back. I left small scratch marks in my wake.
“Fuck, Fuck, FUCK.”
He grabbed me tightly. His nails digging into the soft flesh of my arms. He shot a large load of semen inside me. He rode out his high with a few more thrust. He collapsed on top of me. He gave me a kiss.
“You’re mine and only mines.”
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @t0msvi4gra
