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Quin grips me in his big hands, before I get halfway. He forces me to return to my seat, and clips me back into place. “I didn’t get you back in my arms, so I could lose you in a car crash.”
I stare at him and remove my safety belt again, making my movements slow and intentional. Not dropping the challenge from my gaze, I climb over, to straddle his lap and pull his seatbelt around both of us. It clicks into place, and I raise my eyebrows at him. “This okay?” I ask tilting my hips, so I rub against the stiff bulge his jeans.
“No. It’s not fucking okay.” He unclips us and pushes me back, so he can unbutton his jeans and free his cock. He runs his hands up my thighs and brushes his fingers against my bare, damp curls.
He tenses beneath me and shoves my skirt up, to look at the webbing of black straps that does very little to cover my indecently slick pussy since they’re really only there to give him something to hold on to.
A few choice words leave his lips, and he thrusts two fingers inside me without ceremony, before pulling them out and sucking them clean with a moan. He then grips my lingerie-harnessed ass and tugs me closer, forcing his massive cock into my pussy for the first time in far too long.
The size and warmth and feel of him stretching me were distant memories no dildo could ever reenact, and I can’t contain my unadulterated moan of relief. “Quin.”
He yanks me hard against him, filling me all the way with a satisfied grunt, before buckling us back in. “That’s fucking better,” he mutters. He grips the back of my head and pulls my lips to his, in a rough, needy kiss.
He pushes his fingers into my hair, at the base of my skull, sending a prickling sensation over my scalp in a wave, until it washes through me in a shiver that makes my pussy squeeze at him.
He hums in approval, and with one big hand on my ass, he guides me into a beautiful grind. I chase his kiss, as he starts to draw away, but he tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth and leans back, to watch me move.
“Drive, Loosh,” he commands, while walking his fingers slowly up my bare arm. He leaves goosebumps in his wake, and when his fingers arrive at my shoulder, they kick off the strap of my sundress before sliding down the curve of my chest, to stroll across the upper swell of my breasts and do the same to the strap on the other side.
The spaghetti strings hang limp on my arms, but the black straps of the cup-less, full-body, harness-like undergarment I wriggled into earlier, remain in place.
Quin patters the pads of his fingertips along the edge of the ruched, elasticated dress fabric covering my breasts, and in one sharp movement, tugs the bodice down to my waist, revealing my full breasts and the crisscrossing lattice of the strappy lingerie with zero function beyond offering him a lot of control and turning him the fuck on.
A deep, rumbling moan of obvious approval tears from his throat, and I rock against him, sliding along his cock and soaking his crotch.
He holds me to him firmly, shoving his thick cock deep, and he keeps me there, as he ducks his head to my breast.
My nipples have been more sensitive lately, and I gasp at his sharp pull. He soothes the pleasure-pain with his tongue and suckles more gently, slowly building back to the hard tugging that makes my pussy quiver and sets me driving myself faster onto his cock. I rub my clit against him, delighted to have his warm body beneath me once again.
He relaxes his jaw and releases my breast, only to latch on to the other one and wind me even tighter with his powerful suction. I squirm on his cock, so close to coming, I start to whimper through my panted breaths.
Quin slides his hands over the bare globes on my ass, and then grips my meaty flesh hard before soothing the skin of each cheek with slow, circling strokes. His fingers meet in the center, and one hand parts my buttocks, while the other follows the center groove down to my asshole, where I’ve made everything a slippery mess.
My body is like a high-tension cord, being pulled tauter, and as he swirls one finger in hypnotic spirals around the puckered rim of my tightest hole, all I want is for him to push inside and make me snap.
I flare my ass, my body begging for the stretch he’s promising.
“Mmm… That’s my good fucking girl,” he murmurs, teasing my asshole as it blooms for him. He releases my asscheek and grips my hair, guiding my ear to his lips.
“Soak me,” he whispers, pushing his thick finger into my ass, at the same time as he jerks his cock inside me.
Pleasure erupts through my core in a clamping, twitching, wailing storm, as he fucks me in both holes. His finger strokes the walls of my ass, and his massive cock pushes in and out of my gushing cunt that tugs and clenches at him, bursting with the explosive pent-up energy he’s finally set free.
The force of the sensation hits with incredible power, and I fist his hair so tight that his rich and husky grunts of release turn pained.
But he doesn’t try to break free, and I don’t let go.
We’re never letting go again.
* * *
When we arriveat our destination, Quin sends Loosh on ahead, and then lays me out on the back seat and tells me to stay put.
The trunk opens, and he rummages around inside before coming back, to admire his work. My feet are near my ass, because I’ve raised my knees like he asked, and the back of my dress is shoved high, to keep it from getting messed, but the front is covering my lower half — for dignity? That seems pointless, when my tits are out, and I just fucked Quin in a moving car with his brother present.
God, I haven’t felt so young, alive, and free inyears.
Quin’s jeans are a soaking mess of cum and juices, and his eyes are dark and hungry as he gazes down at me. “Show me.”
