“I need you to relax for me,” he grunted as I tensed up.
The thick fullness burned, but the pain soon blurred into a deep, intense pleasure that made me push back against him.
I gasped, “It hurts, Aleksey. Slow down,” my fingers digging into the seat as the burn eased a bit with each careful move forward. Another inch. Then another. Filling me up until I felt every ridge and vein of him.
“You’re doing good,” he muttered, his free hand rubbing my back. “So good for me, taking it all like this. I’m almost there.”
He kept going until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass. A pleased grunt escaped him as he trailed his rough hand down my thigh, fingers squeezing as if he were savoring the effort it took. “That’s it... every inch, and you took it all. Look at you. Fucking perfect.”
A few seconds later, one of his hands locked down on the back of my neck, holding me in place.
“Now stay put for me,” he said as he slowly inched out.
I released a long breath as the pressure eased, gripping the car seat, just trying to hold on.
“Yeah, just like that, Karter,” he growled.
Then Aleksey started driving into me with long, punishing strokes, setting up a rhythm that had me gripping the edges of the seat.
The deep slide of him stretched me with every drag back and slam forward. Each one felt like it went right to my core, the fullness spreading heat through me and making my spent dick throb, untouched against the chafing leather.
Aleksey demanded feedback with every sharp snap of his hips.
“Tell me... how... it feels,” he ordered, emphasizing each word with a plunge that made the leather creak beneath us, the wet slap of our bodies filling the car.
“So good,” I gasped, my face pressing into the upholstery. “And so full.”
He drove in deeper, the angle hitting something electric inside me that forced a sharp sound out of my throat. “Tell me whose this is.”
“Yours,” I managed, the word breaking on a moan. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is,” he said, voice thick with approval. “Your ass is mine, and it’s taking it like it’s all you have ever wanted.”
He leaned down, his chest pressing flat against my back. His weight pinned me there, and he wasn’t letting up.
His breath came hot against my ear as he growled, “You ruin everything. But you’re worth ruining everything for.”
I turned my head just enough to see his face; the jagged scar on his jaw lit sharp in the dim dash glow. He caught the look right away.
“I want to see your face,” he muttered.
True to his word, he slid out of me in one quick motion. The sudden emptiness left me gasping at the raw, slick drag and the deep ache that throbbed in its place.
He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. I landed with a huff, quickly tucking my knees up toward my chest to make space in the cramped backseat, my thighs spreading wide as he settled between them.
He lined his cock up again to my hole, before pushing back in with a slow thrust. One hand wrapped loosely around my throat. But he wasn’t choking me, only steadying me, his thumb pressing just under my jaw.
The iron grip anchored me to the seat, keeping me from sliding with his movements.
I fixated on the thick muscles of his forearms bunching with every snap of his hips. Each deep slide filled me up, the slick stretch sending heat radiating through my gut and making my dick harden again.
My breaths came out in shaky bursts, the pressure coiling low and tight until I was grinding against him just to chase that sweet, building burn that had me teetering on the edge.
I grabbed his wrist, holding on, my nails digging in.
He noticed. “You like that?” he asked, his voice shaky.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Don’t stop.”
