Soldier boy x male reader
The car was already rocking hard on the deserted back road, headlights off, stars sharp overhead. You had Ben bent over the warm hood, his jeans and boxers shoved down around his ankles, thick thighs spread wide as you fucked him deep and raw. Your hips snapped forward with every thrust, driving your cock into his tight, scorching heat while the metal creaked and dented under his gripping hands.
Ben’s back arched, a guttural groan tearing from his throat each time you bottomed out and ground against his prostate. You had one hand pinning his wrists together behind his back, keeping him locked in place, while your other hand stroked his thick, leaking cock in perfect rhythm with your thrusts—firm, fast pulls that had him leaking steadily onto the glossy black paint.
“Fuck—harder,” Ben growled, voice rough and broken, pushing back against you even as his super-strength warped the hood. “Don’t you fucking slow down.”
You tightened your grip on his pinned wrists and drove in deeper, voice low and rough against his ear. “That’s it. Take every inch.”
You gave him exactly what he wanted, slamming into him harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet night. Every thrust nailed his prostate dead-on, making his powerful legs tremble and his cock throb in your fist. You kept railing him without mercy, angling your hips just right.
“Shit—right there—fuck, you’re deep,” he snarled, forehead pressed to the dented metal. His body rocked with every powerful snap of your hips, ass clenching greedily around your cock. “Keep hitting it—ah, fuck—”
You pounded into his prostate relentlessly, stroking his cock faster, thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke and smearing precum across the warm hood. The car rocked harder with each thrust, metal groaning under his grip as his super-strength flared. Ben’s moans grew more broken, his hips jerking back to meet you.
You leaned in closer, breath hot against his neck. “Look at you. Taking it so well for me.”
“Goddamn—gonna come—don’t you fucking pull out,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Stroke me faster—shit, I’m close—”
You gave him everything, hips snapping brutally, hand flying over his leaking length. “Come on, Benny. Let go.”
Until his whole body seized. Ben came with a loud, wrecked shout, thick ropes of cum shooting across the hood, painting the black paint white and messy. His ass clenched tight around your cock, pulsing rhythmically as he trembled through the orgasm, still pushing back against you like he couldn’t get enough.
The feeling pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself deep one last time and came hard, groaning low as you filled his twitching hole with pulse after pulse of hot cum. You kept thrusting through it, slow and deep, pushing your load further inside him while he panted and twitched beneath you, cum still dripping from his cock onto the dented hood.
When the last spasms faded, you stayed buried inside him for a long moment, both of you breathing hard under the stars, the car hood warm and marked with the evidence of how long you’d been doing this.
