Chapter 8

I don’t even care that we’re on a road that someone could drive down any minute or that I’m spread open on a car with a man more than twice my age tongue-fucking me. All I care about is getting more. The way he has me pinned makes it impossible for me to rock my hips. I let out a frustrated moan that had him digging his fingers into me even harder, holding me in place and making me take whatever he wanted to give me. He brings me right to the edge, and as I’m about to tip over, he pulls back from my clit, making me smack my hand against his car.
“Watch yourself,” he growls at me from my cunt. “You put a dent in my car and I’ll make your ass so sore you won’t be able to sit for a week.” I can’t help but smile at his words which earns me a soft bite on my clit.
“Fuck!” I yelled, shocked by the quick rush of pain.