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But the erection tenting his pants is too big to ignore. The close quarters make it a challenge to work his zipper, but I manage. I reach inside his trousers, through the fly of his silk boxers. I grasp him firmly, stroking hard. There’s already a slick of moisture waiting for me at the tip. He grits his teeth as I spread the bead with my thumb.
“I paid for the porn star experience,” he says.
I’m surprised to feel my cheeks flush. There’s nothing I promised for those extra six hundred bucks that I haven’t given him for free before. But I tap the center of his chest and say, “Patience, big boy.”
His growl simmers down as I work the button on his pants. We both have to shift from side to side a few times, but I’m rewarded with his gorgeous cock standing at full attention, unbound by the tux I made him wear.
My hum of appreciation is genuine. I’m grateful for his hands on my hips as I rise to greet him. Curving my shoulders against the top of the passenger compartment, I lean forward and hitch my tiny skirt higher, baring my shaved mound. We both groan as I lower myself onto him inch by shivering inch, my pussy molding to his rigid dick.
When I’ve got him, when I’m full, I reach behind me and work the hooks on my bra. As my breasts spill free, the money he gave me drifts to his belly. I pout a little, and he says, “Should have planned better than that.”
“I was thinking about other things.” To demonstrate, I slip my fingers into the back of my skirt. I’ve kept the handcuffs there, one dangling free outside the denim, the other pressing hard into my ass. “I believe this was part of your request?”
His cock moves before his lips do, twitching hard enough to make me plant a hand on his chest for balance. But then I hand him the key, trusting him to keep me safe. When he slips it into a cupholder in the driver-side door, I close the first cuff around my right wrist. I hold it up, showing him how tight I’ve set the bond.
Another hard jerk of his cock, but this time I’m expecting it so I don’t lose my balance. Instead, I bring both hands behind my back. I close the second cuff around my left wrist. The angle of my joined hands raises my ribcage, pushing my bare breasts higher. I need to lean forward in the enclosed space to avoid the steering wheel.
“Oh sweet fuck,” Trap says, rasping out each syllable like a prayer. But then I start to move, and all his words begin to run together.
With my hands pinned behind me, I need his strong hands on my hips to hold me steady. I rock forward on my knees, sliding up the glorious length of his cock. Before I lose him, though, I clench my inner muscles, making him grunt in surprise. By the time I ease back down, matching my aching pussy lips to the tight curls that frame his cock, he’s digging into my waist hard enough to leave bruises.
This is what he’s taught me—actions and words. I know hiscockfills mypussy. Mysnatch. Mycunt. I know I feel so full because he’s stretching mytaint. I know myclitis hot and hard, desperate for the moments when I lean all the way forward, when I grind against him hard enough to send arrows up my spine.
All the times we’ve fucked, I’ve never been on top. I’ve never had complete control of how fast we move, how slow, how deep he spears me.
But I’ve always been a quick student.
I find my perfect balance. I learn my ideal speed. I’m driving the massive power that’s building between us, in charge, in control.
I break our rhythm because I know I can. I pause at the top of an arc, thighs quivering, pussy aching to be full again. I tease him. I bait him. I hover to show him I’m in charge.
And he twists beneath me. His cock slides free from my greedy slit. Holding me steady, he wriggles higher in his seat, shifting his body closer to the back of the vehicle.
I’m startled by the change in our positions, quivering at the loss of his dick inside me. Aching, empty, I wait for him to say I should suck his cock, which is now in range of my lips. He’ll want me to drink every drop of his cum. I’ll beg for more.
But that’s not where he’s pushing me. That’s not what he needs.
His fingers roam from my hips to my tits. He pinches my nipples, hard enough to make my eyes water. And then he pulls me down, framing his cock with my breasts. He makes a channel and pumps it hard, slicking my tender skin with pussy juice and spit.
He calls me his princess. He calls me his queen. He squeezes me to the point of pain, past it, beyond. He’s bucking faster now. Harder. He’s lost his language, forgotten his words, all but one:fuck, fuck, fuck.
When he comes, he bellows a single wordless note, strung between pain and shattering release. He paints my tits, hitting my chin, my cheeks, my lips. He shudders and groans until he’s drained.
When he finally frees me, I collapse across his belly. His cum slips from my chest, matting the line of dark hair that points to his sated cock. I’d run my fingers through it if I could, if my arms weren’t still cuffed behind my back. I settle for licking my lips, for swallowing what I can reach.
He pulls me higher on his body, smearing his chest with the mess on mine. He finds my mouth with his. His tongue sweeps against mine, hot and hard, and the banked fires inside me explode into new flame, burning away any thought of the ache in my shoulders, of the hard edge of the cuffs biting into my wrists.
His fingers slip between my thighs. He finds my vibrating clit. He strokes it, once, twice, three times, four.
Power gathers inside me like a storm cell thickening from clouds. He slips a finger inside me, but I’m too wet to squeeze it, too slick to hold him tight.
I need more. I need him. I need, I need, I need…
He points his fingers like a duck’s beak, shaping all four fingers and his thumb into a long, narrow cone. I’m soaked as he pushes into me, stretching me, pulling me. He flexes his wrist to find the best approach. He catches my gaze, holding me, waiting for me, and when I’m truly ready, his whole hand sinks home.
I thought I was full when I rode him. I thought I was stretched by his magnificent cock. I thought all my nerves had fired, that I’d felt everything my body was designed to feel, that I knew every type of pleasure Travis Prince could give me.
But this is something I’ve never imagined. This is Trap holding me like I’ve never been held before.
