Jackson’s kiss was almost like an attack, laying claim to my lips, and the second he pulled back to breathe, I made a counter-attack, lunging at his neck. For a werewolf, going for the jugular is second nature, but I didn’t want to rip his throat out, I just wanted to taste the skin of his neck, to lick the sweat from him and see how he responded. He growled – not quite like a wolf, but not far off – and kissed me again on the mouth, harder still. I broke away and bit at his lower lip, tugging at it before biting along the line of his jaw, adding a frisson of danger to the heady mix of forbidden lust that filled the car and made the windows steam up.

By now, my hands were busy lower down, undoing Jackson’s belt and pants. This felt like a moment that had to be captured now before it got away – any minute, one or the other of us might stop what we were doing for long enough to let common sense make itself felt through the lust, and that would be it. If we were going to do this thing that we both wanted so badly, then it had to be quickly before our bodies caught up to our brains and realized how spectacularly dumb it was. I tore open Jackson’s pants and dragged them down his hips, his underwear coming with them. I reached for the object of my desire that I had freed, and as I caught it in my grasping hand, iron hard and hot enough to burn, I wondered how the hell it had ever fit in his pants. I’d never noticed any appreciable difference in size between humans and werewolves – you get what nature gave you. As far as Jackson was concerned, nature had given with both hands.

As Jackson gasped into my mouth as I touched him, consumed with desire for me and pleasure in what I was doing, I wrapped both hands about his steely organ and beat them hard along its straining length. Then, on a wolfish impulse, I drew my nails down the hard shaft, making Jackson leap at the unexpected and thrilling shock of pain. He pulled back from me, his cock bounding out of my reach. In quick response, I strafed my nails across his torso, leaving white trails on the hard flesh. He snarled in anger and ripped my flimsy panties from my body.

I flung my legs about him, grabbed him by the tattered halves of his shirt, and pulled him down on top of me, needing to feel him inside me now. There was no need or time for foreplay, this had to happen now or we were both going to explode, or worse still; think. Jackson was as urgent as me in his movements, planting fierce, fleeting kisses over my face. Then, as I grabbed his strong member and guided it to the wet heat between my thighs, he arched his hips forward and we both cried out together as he entered me.

Big though he was, and Jackson had to be the biggest I had ever been with, my furious arousal made me slick enough for him to go all the way in with one virile shove, burying himself right to the root, driving the air from me along with my fragile hold on sanity. He felt incredible, his cock as strong and masculine as his body; so powerful and so fucking mine. I grabbed his ass with both hands, digging my nails into the hard flesh to spur him on, and raised my legs to plant my feet against the roof of the car, bracing myself against the pounding I was expecting and hoping for.

Jackson withdrew so just the bloated head of his cock remained inside me, then he thrust back in, his hips smacking against mine, knocking the air out of me again and making me cry out afresh. He did it again. Then again and again, getting faster and faster, pulling out less far but driving in just as hard with every stroke, building his rhythm until he was pounding his hips against mine, nailing me to the back seat of the car while I yelped and barked at each thrust. His strength was unbelievable, and I tugged on his powerful ass cheeks, feeling the muscles in his hips flex and strain, those muscles working just to pleasure me.

“Yeah… Yeah... Harder... Harder…”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted it harder or if I could take it harder, but my demanding body screamed for satisfaction, and Jackson seemed at that moment like the only man in creation who might be able to deliver. He planted his hands either side of my head, staring down at me with wild, lust-filled eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he poured every shred of energy and strength into fucking the hell out of me. Battering my hips with his own, while his cock forged a path of pure, piercing ecstasy as it filled me over and over.

I scored my nails across the pumping spheres of his ass.

“Harder! Harder! Harder!” I chanted as he fucked on, unable to say anything else coherent. The heat in the car was sweltering and my insides were already boiling with the promise of a fantastic orgasm towards which Jackson was fucking me with the speed and power of an express train. The man was unstoppable and uncontrollable. There was a wildness to him that was almost wolfish, and I could not help hoping that this was something I had brought out of him.

“Harder!” I was on the brink, teetering on the sharp edge of orgasm.

And Jackson knew it. Just as I was expecting him to pummel me to the pinnacle of pleasure, he pulled out, leaving me bereft, writhing on the seat in front of him, more submissive than I could ever have imagined being with a human.

“No! Don’t stop. Please. Fuck me.”

Jackson grinned, apparently enjoying seeing me like this, and enjoying the pleasant discomfort of deferred pleasure, for he, too, had been close to coming. His swollen cock, long and rock-hard, bounced in front of me, seeming to tease me with its nearness.

“Please!”

Jackson grabbed me and flipped me over onto my front. Automatically, I stuck my ass up in the air, presenting myself to him. For a while longer, he tormented me, pushing his long cock between my legs, rubbing the shaft along my fiery slit but never entering as I whined and pleaded, wriggling my ass against him. But Jackson was as hot as I was, and not keen to deny himself for too long. I gasped in relief as he went back into me, hard enough that his hips smacked against my upturned ass.

With one foot on the floor of the car and the other kneeling on the seat, Jackson went at me again, quickly re-establishing his pounding rhythm, reigniting the temporarily eased fire in my loins. Now, I was glad of the brief hiatus, it would mean a longer fucking, as long as I could endure, and there was something painfully pleasurable in the frustration of it. Gripping the seat in both hands, I powered my hips back into him, giving as hard as I got.

“Ahh!” I bit my lip sharply as Jackson landed a smack on my right butt cheek, giving me an unexpected bite of new pleasure – though right now every touch was pure pleasure. “Harder. More.”

Even I didn’t know if I meant the fucking or the spanking, but Jackson delivered both, banging his hips into mine so hard that I could hear him gasping and grunting with effort, but still finding time and energy to deliver another few good smacks to both cheeks. I don’t let men do that to me in bed – anyone who tries it in fun gets a smack across the face, anyone who tries it seriously will be walking home with his junk in a doggie bag. But Jackson… it was different. It fit the moment.

Having left a few hot, red handprints on my ass, Jackson gripped my churning hips in both hands and turned his full strength on me. Frankly, I’d thought I had already experienced his full strength – surely a human couldn’t have anything left to give. But Jackson was no ordinary human, as his hips continued to pound back and forth, he now dragged my hips back and forth along the hard length of his shaft to meet him, seeming to double the power of his impact as he slid his cock deep up inside me. I caught his rhythm and matched his efforts, using my whole body to throw myself back onto his impaling cock, now straining and pulsing inside my narrow sheath with the need to blow.

I grit my teeth, incoherent grinding sounds being forced out of my lungs. Behind me, Jackson was similarly on borrowed time, struggling to get breath as he battled through exhaustion, determined to take me to heaven in style.

When it happened, it happened for both of us. Our bodies seemed to simultaneously converge on one spectacular moment centered between us – an explosion of hot sensation erupting out from our loins. As my own tidal wave of orgasm flooded through me, I felt Jackson, deep inside me, swell and reach his ultimate moment, shooting his seed into my willing body.

We collapsed on top of each other as our mutual spends took hold, our bodies heaving and grinding together, our limbs intertwining, tugging at each other’s bodies, determined to wring from one another every last instant of raw pleasure.

We lay like that awhile as the shockwaves contracted and dissipated, bathed in sweat and utterly spent, until Jackson finally spoke.

“I suppose I should take you home.”