33
CASSANDRA
I flinched as he spun the wheel, sliding through gravel and dirt on the edge of the Missouri interstate.
“What…” I began as he came to a stop.
He pounced on me, grabbing my head in both of his hands and taking my lips like he would die if he didn’t have me right then. His kiss was possessive and intense, first pushing his tongue into my mouth and then biting my lower lip. My entire body surrendered to him, because this was what I hadn’t realized I’d been craving throughout the aftermath of the train wreck. I needed to be with my mate.
And he needed me just as much.
“I want you,” he said, lips moving to my neck and shoulder. I ran my hands under his shirt and across his chest, savoring how solid he felt. His hands moved along my ribs and waist, squeezing me.
I yelped as he lifted me off the seat and pushed me into the back seat of the car. I slid backwards and he crawled through the opening to follow, covering me with his body, smothering me against the car fabric with his wonderful weight. He leaned back and ripped at my pants, tearing the belt as if to snap it in half with his lust before finally getting it undone normally, then pulled my pants and panties down around my ankles in one strong tug. I kicked them off and then his arms spread my legs wide, one foot scraping against the ceiling of the car and the other bending forward, and I moaned as he bent his head to my swollen sex.
He stopped mere inches from me, close enough that I could feel his hot breath against the skin of my lips and thighs. He inhaled deeply, and made a noise deep inside his throat like a lion’s purr.
“I love your scent,” he said, then buried his face in my pussy.
I gasped and arched my back on the seat as his tongue found my wet hole, slipping deep inside and then rolling up and down like a wave against my inner walls. He kept my legs spread in his grip, forcing me to take his oral pleasure, devouring me like I was his last meal. I closed my eyes and panted at the sudden and intense pleasure of his mouth, alternating between his tongue lapping up my inside and his lips wrapping around my clitoris as if it were a nipple, sucking the entire hood into his mouth and then letting it slide out. I raked my fingers along his back and neck. By then I was practically screaming with pleasure at being taken so suddenly by my mate, his animal instincts overwhelming any conscious human thought.
His purring throat vibrated against my sex while he ate me out, and he pressed his entire head firmly against my outer lips while I bucked against his face.
With aching finality he pushed his tongue as deep as he could inside of me one last time before pulling out completely. His lips moved across my clit and up my belly, too slow for me, so I grabbed a handful of his short hair and yanked him to my face so I could taste myself on his dark lips.
I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the huge bulge in his jeans, as desperate to touch him as he was to touch me. He moaned loudly as I rubbed him through the fabric, and with my other hand still in his hair I pulled his head back to give him a command.
“I want to feel you inside of me. Now.”
A lustful grin came to his lips and he scrambled to get his jeans off. The moment they were down I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and stroked him rapidly, feeling his skin move across his hot, hard meat.
“You want me?” He narrowed his eyes and pawed at my breast, pressing it against my chest with wonderful pressure.
“Ohh you know I do!”
I guided his tip to my dripping hot sex, rubbing it against my entrance, coating it with my juices. But when I tried to guide him in, he held back.
“I’m going to explode the moment I’m inside you,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Good,” I gasped, “explode for me. Fill me to the brim.”
Still he resisted my guiding hand; the tip slid inside, but he would not go any farther. I moaned in desperation and he pumped his hips gently, moving his head a scarce millimeter back and forth, barely more than a tremble. I could feel the heft of his cock in my hand, locked and loaded and ready to fill me completely. It drove me wild being right on the edge of it and denied what I needed.
“Please.” The word fell out of my mouth against my will. “Please give it to me.”
His grin spread from his lips to his almond eyes. “Okay.”
His hand returned to my belly and traveled south, until his wet thumb pressed against my clit. I squeaked in surprise as he rubbed my magic bean in a slow circle, heightening my pleasure another few notches.
“You know you want me,” I moaned, squeezing my pussy over his tip for emphasis. “Fill me. Every inch of you.”
He arched an eyebrow, his thumb steadily moving on my clit. “What’ll you do if I don’t?”
“I’ll. Be. Unhappy,” I grunted each word, my breath now ragged and quick. “But if. You fill me. I’ll squeeze. Every drop of cum. Out of you.”
“Is that so?”
“Let me do it,” I let out in a rush, feeling my climax nearing. “Let me squeeze. Every drop. Inside of me.”
I moved my fingers underneath his shaft, cupping his balls and giving a gentle squeeze. Orlando shuddered, and his thumb moved faster and faster.
“Oh my God,” I said, chest beginning to spasm. I fought against it; I didn’t want to cum unless his cock was deep inside me, stimulating all of me at once.
“Don’t fight it,” he warned. “Give in.”
“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me. Oh Orlando…”
“Cum for me,” he demanded, and finally I stopped fighting it.
His fingers pulled me toward my climax like a runaway train, and he kissed me and pulled back to watch the pleasure on my face. I began to gasp, right on the edge…
He slammed his entire shaft deep inside of me, a battering ram of thick meat that widened me suddenly. It was like a bomb of ecstasy going off; a scream escaped my throat and Orlando’s eyes widened with his own pleasure, so intense his face almost looked pained. My pussy spasmed as I orgasmed, and I tightened my lips over his shaft, and loosened them, back and forth like a camera flash over his cock, and he stayed as deep inside of me while I did it.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” he exhaled. I grabbed his ass and held him into me, and he slid his free hand under my hip to cup my ass while we came, thick fingers gripping the entire cheek for leverage while he shot his load deep inside, a firehose of an orgasm that rocked his entire charcoal body, and we screamed and roared and shook the entire car together.
We stayed in the back seat for hours, too exhausted to move. It didn’t matter that we were crammed together in the tiny space, or that we were both half-naked and anyone could stumble upon us on the side of the interstate. It didn’t even matter that neither of us knew what would happen next.
The only thing that mattered to me was Orlando, and I knew I was the only thing in his mind too.