Pushing off me, he stands, gripping my shoulder and helping me move just enough so he can unlock the cuffs. Moving my hands around to the front and cuffing them again. He guides me to the middle of the cruiser, and he slides in right behind me. Closing the door just enough so it’s not propped open. Sitting on the seat, he looks at me, smirking, his hands on the zipper of his pants, before he pulls his cock out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of him.
His hands running inside my skirt, gripping my ass as he pullsme forward. The metal digging into my skin just enough to remind me the cuffs are there.
“You’re gonna fucking ride my cock.” He tells me, forcing my legs on either side of his body. “Until you make me come.”
“Yes, sir.” I look up at him. Innocent look back in place.
His eyes flame again as I say it. Making a mental note of that for later.
“I don’t care if you come before me, but I want you coming on my cock as I’m coming inside of you.”
Slowly, I nod my head.
Gripping his shaft, he presses it against my clit, making me whimper out before he grips hold of my hips and quickly slams his length inside of me. Making me moan out and pulling against the metal around my wrists.
“Now, ride me.” He demands.
I can already feel my walls tightening around him with his demands.
“Goddamn,” he groans out, pulling my face to look at him. “You like it when I force you to do what I want?”
Nodding again.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head rolling back onto the seat as I slide him out, quickly slipping back down until he is fully inside.
I hear the flick of the pocket knife as I look over, eyes wide now, and he brings it up, the fabric of my shirt tearing against it until it opens for him. Cupping my breast in one hand before his lipswrap around my nipple and he sucks it into his mouth. My back arching, giving him better access as I continue to move my hips, and he slides inside me.
Looking up at me, he growls before his hands grip onto my hips and he’s thrusting up into me, hard, completely filling me. Making me groan out.
He continues his onslaught on my pussy, gripping tighter onto my hips as he slams me down, impaling me on his cock. Each time, forcing out a whimper. Releasing my hips but only to move one hand to my clit, pinching it between his fingers and wrapping the other one around my throat.
“Oh, fuck.” I cry out, feeling my walls tightening around him.
“Goddamn,” he groans again. “You’re fucking choking my cock. You feel so fucking good.” He slams up into me, using the grip on my throat to pull me down, meeting him with more force. Pulling my face to look at him, he smirks. “That’s right, baby. Come undone. Let me feel you lose control.”
Somehow, that’s all I need to hear before I’m exploding around him.
“Fuck yes.” He groans out, his head rolling back again.
“Eli.” His name falls from my lips in a moan, and his eyes come up, looking at me, softening, and I see the character completely falling from his face. My hands lose the bite of the metal against them as I feel the handle freed from the cradle before the other follows.
My arms slide around his neck, pulling us closer together, and I keep riding him. He continues to slam into me.
“Fuck,” he whispers to me as his lips find mine and the passion erupts from him. His tongue slides into my mouth. Pressing back against him before I pull back.
The smile pulls on his face, not the mischievous one like earlier, but a softer one.
His hips slam up into mine again, before slowing for a moment.
“Eli,” I whisper, wanting to say something that’s stuck just behind my teeth.
“I love you, Sketch.” He whispers to me, taking my breath away.
“I still hate that fucking name.” I choke out over the lump.
It causes a grin to spread wide across his face before a laugh falls out.
