“Oh, baby, I am. I’m going to fuck you so hard that the next time a cop tells you to get in the back of the car, you’ll say, ‘Yes, sir.’”
“That is go—ouch!”
“What did you say?” he asked, lifting his thumb from her clit.
“Nothing! I didn’t say a damn thing!”
“I didn’t think so.” He moved his fingers to another target, sliding roughly inside her wet pussy and fucking her with them until her hands splayed out on the couch, trying to give herself traction so she could fuck back against him. He didn’t let her have it. Keeping her off balance, he controlled her by keeping her feet off the floor, holding her farther over the back of the couch.
“You know, about halfway from Lexington… Did I mention the crick in my neck?”
“Yes!”
“Anyway, halfway from Lexington, it dawns on me that I may have given you the wrong impression. You think I am a gentleman, that you can just run over me. Did I give you that impression?”
He listened intently, not hearing a peep from her.
“I see that I was right. Anyway, I made two decisions on the rest of the ride, that if I was going to pursue a relationship with you, I was either going to get a chiropractor, or make you realize that every time you decide to be a pain in my neck, you’re going to feel my pain on your ass. Do you feel that’s fair?”
“Not really,” she mumbled, raising her shoulders up as she tried to look back at him.
He let his fingers slip out of her cunt, letting her see that he was about to spank her again.
“Yes! Yes, it’s fair!”
“Good. I’m glad we can see eye-to-your-ass that this will make us both happier.”
Calder used the hand he was about to spank her with to reach into his back pocket, taking out his wallet. Still keeping a firm hand on her back, he used her back to open his wallet and take out a condom. Letting the wallet fall down to the couch, he then used his teeth to tear the wrapper while using his free hand to unzip and tug his jeans down.
“You want to know what will make me happy?” Crazy Bitch pushed her ass backward, jiggling her still pink ass cheek.
Finally managing to cover his cock, he aimed his dick at her opening, driving inside with a hard plunge that had him gritting his teeth.
“Fuck!”
“That’s it! Oh, God! Do that again!”
It took all his willpower to slide his dick back out of her opening, just letting the tip remain inside, then driving it forward again higher. Repeating the motion, he rhythmically set a pace that stroked the fire in his balls and had her whimpers escalating into moans.
Lifting her higher over the couch, he was able to watch his cock slide into her silky pussy, his stomach clenching at the erotic sight.
The pleasure at seeing his hands holding her ass open as he fucked her made every miserable night he had spent in prison worth every minute. Hell, every minute of his life was worth this moment in time. Having her spread before him as he drove into her depths, trying to reach for something he had never managed to reach before, to catch Crazy Bitch before she could run out of his reach, to reach the point where a mountaintop soared over the land and met the sky.
He thrust deeper and higher, his hips surging forward and backward, trying to slow her down with his hands as he climbed faster. The desire tingled at the base of his cock, traveling along his length until he could no longer tell where he began and she ended, fusing them together as he felt her muscles rippling as she climaxed. He was determined to keep his promise.
He tumbled down, disappearing in a free-fall that neither would be capable of surviving intact.
“Damn. Next time I fuck you, I’ll say my prayers.”
Calder grinned, helping her off the back of the couch. “It was that good?”
She shakily pushed her hair back from a flushed face. “Hot thang, it was so good you should come with a warning.”
“You’re the one who should have come with a warning.”
“What would it say?”
Calder loved it when they bantered back and forth. It was then she would slip out of that armor she hid behind to have fun.
“Continual use will result in a stiff neck and a sore dick.”
She saucily took off her T-shirt, throwing it over her shoulder toward the couch, following it with a wispy bra that didn’t quite make it, hanging drunkenly over the back before dropping to the floor.
“I thought you said your dick was better?”
He grinned, taking off his own T-shirt and throwing it toward the couch with hers. “I said continual use, sweet cheeks. We’re just getting started.”