Melinda
I kicked and screamed and thrashed around but Antonio was much stronger than me, and I couldn’t do anything but let him throw me in the backseat of his car. Before I could climb into the front, Antonio switched on the child locks.
“You’re determined to act like a little kid, this is how little kids get treated,” Antonio said. He shook his head and started the car, pushing it into gear.
I screamed as loudly as I could until my throat ached. I was hurting my own ears, but I didn’t give a shit. Antonio had to realize that I was the one in charge around here, even if my father was paying him to keep watch over me.
“Hey!” I yelled. “Hey, fucking listen to me, Antonio!”
Antonio whirled around in the seat. “You’re a child,” he said. “You’re a fucking little girl, and you can’t keep screaming and throwing a fit whenever you don’t get your way.” He steered the car onto the highway and sped up, passing the other vehicles with ease.
“You can’t treat me like this!” I howled, throwing myself onto the floorboards of the back seat. “It’s not fair!”
“I can do anything I damn well want to,” Antonio said, shaking his head. “I get it – you feel trapped. But that doesn’t fucking mean you have to throw a goddamn tantrum every time I try to do something that’s for your benefit!”
I groaned. “I hate you,” I mumbled. “I hate you so fucking much.”
Antonio pulled the car over with a squeal of the tires. Before I could realize what he was doing, he’d climbed in the backseat and pinned me down against the soft, cool leather. My hair was a tangled mass of sweaty curls and my dress slipped up my thighs, exposing my crotch to the cool air of the car.
“Listen,” Antonio growled, inches away from my face. My heart was pounding but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his dark, intense gaze. “I don’t care. I don’t actually give a shit what you to do yourself. You wanna go fuck those losers in the club? Fine. You wanna shovel blow up your nose? Fine. But I can’t let you do that, because you’re my job,” he added, spitting the word out like a curse.
I couldn’t speak. Antonio’s tight grip on my shoulders felt almost like a warm embrace, and I couldn’t push him away.
“And the thing is,” Antonio continued. “I have to keep you out of trouble for your father. You’re his most valuable asset, and if I lose you, I’m as good as dead. So you’re right: I’m not particularly moved by your troubles. But if I lose you, or if something happens to you, my life is over.”
We stared at each other, hotly. I forgot I was in the back seat of a car – I could have been anywhere. I felt like Antonio and I were the only two people left in the world, that our hearts were beating together as one.
“My father can go fuck himself,” I snarled. Before I could think about what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around Antonio’s neck and pulled him down on top of me. His lips crushed against mine, and I moaned softly as his tongue snaked into my mouth. It was my first real kiss – the first kiss I’d ever gotten from a man like Antonio.
Antonio pushed me down against the seat, shoving his pelvis between my spread legs. By now, my dress was hiked up almost to my waist, and the crotch of my panties was damp with arousal. The kiss grew deeper and desire blossomed in my lower belly, making me groan softly into Antonio’s mouth as his tongue probed against my own. I shuddered as intensely pleasant sensations raced over my skin and down my spine. Antonio tasted like tobacco and musk, and I closed my eyes, gripping his shoulders as hard as I could.
Antonio grunted, breaking the kiss and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I thought he was going to push me away, but instead he ripped his shirt off, exposing a muscular chest covered in tattoos. I gulped as I watched his pectoral muscles ripple in the dim lighting. Antonio tossed his shirt over his head and crawled over my body, pushing me down and pinning my wrists over my head with just one of his massive hands. As I writhed and moaned beneath him, Antonio nudged my head up with his nose and planted a line of searing kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck. I cried out in pleasure as lust scorched my body. Suddenly, I didn’t care about anything else in the world but Antonio. I wanted him – I wanted him to take me, fuck me, and make me his until I was so sore that I could barely walk.
Antonio slid his hand under my dress, rubbing his thumb over the soaked crotch of my panties. Pleasure oozed over my body and I spread my legs as wide as I could. My dress was bunched around my waist but Antonio was still being gentle, stroking delicate circles over my barely-covered pussy until I was howling with desire. The sensation was infuriating, maddening – I felt like if he stopped, I’d go insane. I’d worn slutty lingerie that night – a silk thong and a matching silk-and-lace bra – and I was straining to get out of my clothes. As eagerly as I could, I twisted against Antonio’s wrist, trying to free my hands.
Antonio chuckled, blowing hot breath against my neck. I shuddered and moaned as I felt his teeth graze my collarbone. I felt completely dominated and overpowered, but it was just making me even hotter for Antonio to finish the job and take my virginity.
“You’re a goddamned tease,” Antonio whispered against my neck. “You grind up against those guys, making them hard, staring at me the whole time. Is this why? You want this, don’t you, Melinda?”
I could only squeak consent before Antonio covered my mouth with his, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and gently sucking on my lower lip. The sensation of his teeth against my mouth made me shudder with arousal, and I realized my legs were wrapped around Antonio’s waist. I eagerly ground against him, desperate for contact with his body. I didn’t just want him – I needed him to touch me.
“Touch me,” I groaned softly. “Please, Antonio. Please touch me.”
Antonio pulled his hand away from my wrists and slid the tips of his fingers down my chest until they hooked over the top edge of my tight strapless dress. Antonio looked me in the eyes.
“You want me to touch your tits?” He growled. “Say it, Melinda. Say what you want me to do.”
My cheeks burned bright red with desire as I nodded. “Please touch my breasts,” I whispered hoarsely. “Please, Antonio. I think I’ll die if you don’t.”
Antonio yanked the spandex material down my chest and my breasts popped out, shielded by my lacy bra. My chest was heaving with each breath, and I gasped as Antonio slipped his fingers inside one of the cups of my bra and pulled my breast out. My brown nipples were so stiff they were tingling, and when Antonio lowered his face to my chest and began to suck on my hard nipple, I arched my back and moaned. It felt incredibly good, even better than I could have possibly imagined. Antonio’s teeth scraped against my swollen nipple and I moaned loudly, shoving as much of my breast in his mouth as I could. With his free hand, Antonio reached around and unhooked my bra in a single, fluid motion. It fell away from my body and I moaned as he began gently pinching and massaging my other nipple.
“God, please,” I groaned. “Antonio, don’t stop.”
Between my legs, my pussy was throbbing with lust. I could feel that I was soaking wet, and every time I moved, the crotch of my panties tugged against my skin, filling me with pleasure. I ground my body against Antonio’s muscular waist, desperately hoping for more of the delicious sensation.
When Antonio pulled his head away from my breast, I moaned with want. He grinned at me, then stared at my body.
“You’re so beautiful,” Antonio growled. “I’m going to make you mine. You’re going to be mine, Melinda. I’m going to own you.”
I blushed hotly as he lowered his head to my breast and started biting my nipple. Pain and pleasure intermingled, shooting through my body in a deliciously addictive way. Is this what heroin feels like? I wondered, closing my eyes and abandoning myself to a haze of pleasure. Because I know I’ll be addicted to Antonio by the end of the night.
I was barely aware of Antonio slipping his hand between my legs and gently rubbing my pussy. Now I was thrashing underneath of him, moaning and grunting and crying out each time his thumb stroked my clit through the crotch of my thong. A musky, warm scent filled the car and I blushed hotly when I realized it was the scent of my own arousal.
“I need to see you,” Antonio grunted. In one smooth motion, he ripped my panties away from my skin. It stung for a moment, but as the cool air hit my soaked labia, I cried out in pleasure and spread my legs as far as I could. Antonio traced delicate circles on my inner thighs before grabbing my shoulders and pushing me up on the seat of the car. He nimbly crept between my legs, nuzzling my thighs.
I blushed fiercely knowing he was inhaling the scent of my pussy.
“Tell me to eat you,” Antonio ordered. “Tell me you want me to suck on your clit.”
My blush turned crimson red as I stared into his black eyes. “I want you to eat my pussy,” I whispered. “I want you to suck on my clit.”
“Good girl,” Antonio growled. He kissed the inside of my thigh then spread my labia apart with his fingers and wrapped his lips around my clit.
When he began to suck, I gripped his shoulders and started grinding my hips against his face. It felt so good that I wasn’t even in control of my body. Every time Antonio’s tongue flicked across my swollen clit, pleasure raced through my body. I moaned, grinding my hips against his mouth, hoping for more pleasure and stimulation.
When Antonio slipped a single finger inside of my soaked pussy, I knew I was going to come soon. He began wriggling his finger back and forth as he lapped at my clit. Yelping, I bucked and writhed and shuddered as the first orgasm tore through my body.
When I was finished gasping and bucking around, Antonio crawled on top of me. He wiped his mouth, then kissed me passionately. I licked my juices off his lips and tongue, savoring the way I tasted in the mouth of my lover.
Antonio reached down and unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his hips. His cock sprang free and I gasped – he was absolutely huge. His cock was the same perfect olive color as the rest of him, and I watched as it throbbed with desire.
Situating himself between my legs, Antonio grabbed my ankles and let them rest on his shoulders. He shoved his hips close to my pussy, until the head of his cock was straining against my swollen labia.
“This is my first time,” I whispered.
Antonio’s eyes glowed with lust. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again. Louder. Tell me who you belong to.”
Excitement and lust raced through my body. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Antonio’s powerful gaze, and I shivered. “I belong to you. You own me,” I whispered, reaching up and stroking Antonio’s cheek.
He buried his cock inside of me with one powerful thrust, shoving his hips forward and sliding in to the hilt. For a second, the pain was so sharp that I couldn’t breathe. It felt like being stabbed with a knife, and the pain flowed through my body, making all of my hair stand on end.
Antonio stayed inside of me and his hand gripped the side of my waist. We stared at each other, and then he slowly began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy. The pain faded into something warm after only a few seconds – I could feel it melting into a delicious, warm pleasure that filled my whole body with something burning and intimate.
“You’re mine,” Antonio growled, tangling his free hand in my hair and yanking my head back so we were staring into each other’s eyes. “You belong to me, Melinda.”
I shuddered as Antonio’s cock slammed into me, ramming against my clit and sending a flutter of delight through my limbs. “I belong to you,” I whispered.
“You’re mine,” Antonio repeated. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, biting my lower lip so hard that a second later, my mouth tasted of iron.
We moved together, and I slid my ankles down from his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. Locked to Antonio, I began writhing and twisting my hips against his.
“You’re mine,” Antonio whispered into my mouth. “You’re mine, Melinda.”
When my second orgasm hit, it was even more powerful than the first. Antonio’s body was hitting my clit with each thrust, and I surprised myself by crying out and shrieking, arching my back and rubbing my breasts against Antonio’s torso. He buried his fingers in my hair and brought my lips to his, feeding on my open mouth as I moaned loudly. The sensations wracking my body were so strong I could have sworn the earth was quaking.
Antonio shuddered. He bucked and gasped and shoved his hips against my body with even more force than before. As his cock twitched inside of me, I moaned softly. My heart was still racing and my skin was hot, tingly, and covered with a sheen of sweat.
Antonio collapsed against me, resting his head against my breasts. His cock was still inside of me, but I could feel him start to soften and shrink. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his close-cropped hair and nuzzling the top of his head.
The silence was deafening.
Finally, after what felt like hours of lying together, Antonio climbed off of me. He reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, then yanked up his pants and fastened his belt. He kept his eyes away from me the whole time. I was able to wriggle back into my bra, but my panties were just a shred of fabric now. I tucked them inside of my purse, hoping I’d remember to throw them out before Dad could notice.
We didn’t speak as Antonio climbed behind the wheel and I climbed into the passenger seat. Antonio’s car raced through the black night, taking the turns at a sharp speed, almost like we were on rails. My stomach was twisted with anxiety, and even though faint traces of pleasure were still coursing through my body, I couldn’t help sneaking looks at Antonio’s face and wondering what would come next.
I couldn’t believe myself. I’d done it – the very thing I knew I was never supposed to do. I’d lost my virginity. But I hadn’t just lost my virginity, Antonio had taken my virginity. And I’d enjoyed every single second of it. I’d loved it. I’d practically begged for it.
And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to do it again. Just a glance at Antonio’s powerful, strong hands on the steering wheel made me shudder with pleasure. He’d been everything I’d wanted, everything I’d ever dreamed about. It didn’t sound very sexy to think I’d lost my virginity on the side of a highway outside of Wilmington, but whenever I thought of how Antonio had fiercely taken charge of my body and my soul, I shivered.
Antonio pulled up to the curb. He didn’t look at me as he unlocked the car with a smooth click.
I sat there waiting and feeling awkward. What was going to happen now? Was he going to kiss me? Would he tell me something secret, something emotional?
Furthermore, did that mean everything he’d told me about not caring had been a lie? Or was this just physical, something purely sexual?
Finally, I realized Antonio wasn’t going to make a move. Angrily, I climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind me.