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I moved my fingers faster, pressed my palm harder against her clit. She writhed in her seat, moaning and whining and begging me to stop. Her body was begging me to keep going, though. So I did.
I kept on and on until veins popped in her neck and her back bowed off the chair, screaming as she came. Her ass tightened around my fingers until I couldn’t move them, so I ground my palm harder against her, forcing her to ride out her orgasm as much as she could.
“Good fucking girl,” I praised. “Such a good little girl for me.”
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She slid her wide eyes to mine, looking shocked. I couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that left me as I pulled my fingers from her ass and wiped them on her skirt.
“Your turn,” I said, sitting back in my seat. I lifted my hips, readjusting my position and drawing her attention to my hard cock under my pants. She looked hesitant as she pushed herself up, watching as I reached down to undo my belt.
“Wait—”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked a cock before,” I scoffed. A blush rose to her face as she dropped her eyes. She busied herself righting her clothes, but froze at the sound of my zipper being dragged down. “I’ve made you come twice now. It’s only fair you return the favor, don’t you think?”
Lifting my hips, I tugged my pants down, leaving my boxers in place. My cock strained against the fabric, throbbing and ready to snap. I could see her contemplating it, trying to decide if she could talk her way out of this or if she should just do it.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, squeezing just enough for her to whimper. Lifting my brows in silent question, I ran my other hand over my cock, watching her gaze follow my movements.
“What will it be, little fawn?” I murmured. “Will you suck my cock, or will I fuck your ass?” She took a deep breath before she shifted onto her knees so she was kneeling on the seat. “Good girl.”
My fingers tangled in the curls at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly on them as she rested her hands on the center console and bent over it. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take my cock out.”
Her hand shook as she reached out, wrapping her cool fingers around the waistband of my boxers and gently tugging on them. I helped her drag them down until my cock sprang free, standing upright, hard and already leaking.
“Put your hand around it,” I said softly, pulling on her hair until I was sure there was a bite of pain. I groaned as her palm slid along my length, teasing me. “Tighter.” She hesitated before gently squeezing and sliding her hand all the way down. “That’s it. Now, put your mouth on it.”
She flicked her eyes to mine, but I didn’t tell her again. She knew what I wanted her to do, but would she do it? I’d give her only a few more seconds to decide, then I’d spin her around, press her face into the window, and slide into her tight ass.
Whatever she saw on my face must’ve made her believe my earlier words weren’t empty threats, and she leaned forward. Her warm tongue slid against my head, and my eyes rolled back, a deep groan leaving my throat.
My hand slid down her back to her ass, and I bunched her skirt in my fist, exposing her. If anyone drove past and looked at the window, they’d get a clear view of her wet panties and pert ass. It made me harder thinking about some unsuspecting man seeing her like this, sucking my cock with her body on display.
Would he drive home and fuck his wife while he thought about Winnie? Or would he drive up beside us and watch the show?
With my free hand, I moved it to the back of Winnie’s head and forced her to take my tip into her mouth. She moaned, the vibrations shooting down my shaft, but let me guide her at the pace I wanted.
My other hand groped her soft ass cheek until my fingers brushed against the soaked fabric plastered to her cunt. I let my fingertips ghost over her pussy, teasing her little clit before I slid my hand under her panties and gripped them in my fist.
Pulling hard, I forced the fabric to bunch together, pressing between her pussy lips and ass cheeks. She whined around my cock, but I jerked my hips up, hitting the back of her throat and silencing her.
“Shh, little fawn. Just take what I give you.”
I thrusted in time with my hand movements, moving the fabric back and forth to grind against her cunt. She whimpered and whined, rolling and shaking her hips like she was trying to get away from the pleasure. But I knew she wasn’t. If anything, she was really just chasing it, trying to come again like the greedy little slut she was.
“Stop moving.” My hips slammed up, and she gagged, her throat tightening around my tip. Fuck, that felt good. I pressed her head down, forcing her to stay there while I shallowly fucked her throat.
She banged her hand against the center console, jerking her body back. I tightened my grip on her panties and felt the fabric wedge further between her lips. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down and landing on my thighs.
“I said stop fucking moving.” In one motion, I let go of her panties and brought my hand down on her exposed ass cheek, spanking her hard enough to leave an instant handprint on her skin. She moaned, but the sound was cut off by my cock sliding deeper into her throat. “Fuck. Your throat feels so fucking good. How would your pussy feel around my dick? Just as tight?”
I gripped her panties again, pulling on them until I heard the fabric start to rip. My other hand tightened in her hair as I thrust upward again, feeling her throat stretch to accommodate me.
I let my head fall back against the headrest as I forced her head to bounce on my cock. Her panic rose, thickening the air around us. I knew she couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. When she began to panic, her throat spasmed around my dick, and it felt so fucking good.
She jerked her body back, but I tightened my hold on her panties once more, not letting her move. It ground against her clit, and she slammed her hand down on my thigh, silently begging me to let her free.
“Stop being so fucking dramatic,” I muttered, annoyed. Finally, I pulled her head off my dick, and she flew up, her head hitting the ceiling of the car. Drool and tears streamed down her face, her eyes red and lips swollen. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
“I couldn’t breathe,” she rasped, her voice croaky. “I couldn’t fucking breathe!” She shoved my shoulder, her fear and panic subsiding to let her anger come through.
