‘And just thinking about that has got me horny. Or hornier, I should say, since I’ve been thinking about how much I want to fuck you for the past twenty miles.’ He turned his face to me, suddenly anxious. ‘Sorry, sweetheart. Sorry, that was inappropriate. You must be all over the place. Forget it. The last thing I want to do is put you under pressure.’
‘No,’ I said with determination. ‘Sod appropriate. A really good hard fuck might clear my head.’
He put a hand on my thigh. ‘You’re a bloody marvel. Why didn’t I meet you at Waterloo station that time, eh?’
We found a layby and got ourselves laid in it while the car heater pumped out noisy warmth. I reclined on the reclining passenger seat and pulled up my skirt. As on the journey to His Lordship’s house, I had no knickers to worry about.
Damian, trousers around his knees, cock out and proud, slid above me, wetting the tip of his tool in my juices.
‘Mmm, you don’t need warming up, do you, love? You’re soaking wet already. Why’s that, then? You need cock that bad?’
I forced a hand between our pelvises and wrapped it around his good hot stiffness. Oh, I was ready for that. More than ready. We had only fucked a few hours ago, and yet it seemed like days and days since I last had him.
‘Yeah,’ I gasped. ‘Please.’
‘Oh fuck, this is good. If you were mine, I’d never let you wear knickers. I’d have you ready for my cock at a moment’s notice, always.’ He rubbed his tip round and round my clit while his hands groped beneath my dress, stimulating my nipples. ‘I’d fuck you by the side of the road every day of the week.’
‘Want you to …’
‘Yeah?’ He aligned his blunt cockhead with my well-lubricated cunt. ‘What do you want, babe? What do you need?’
‘Filled up. Ridden. Hard.’
‘Mmm.’ He was inside, stretching me, gliding into the space he’d already occupied that afternoon. I felt a profound, base-level joy, as if I was where I should be. ‘You will be, doll. Hard as. Mmm, and you’re still so tight, even though I was in here before. You fit me like a dirty little glove, don’t you, babe?’
‘Oh God, yes.’ He had started to thrust, urgently, bearing down so that he moved that fraction closer to my G-spot with each foray.
‘That’s it, babe. Ride it. Take it in. Feel it.’ His litany of filth poured into my ears, provoking me to heights of erotic abandonment. I bucked my pelvis upwards, wanting to be impaled as deeply as possible, I grabbed his arse and dug in.
His ferocious tempo and technique drew an orgasm from me almost immediately, but he wasn’t finished, not by a long way. He meant to make me take this ride to the end, until I was steaming and broken and yanked out of shape.
‘Get those legs wider, I want your ankles around my ears,’ he ordered, slamming into me, lifting my hips high so that my toes scraped the car roof.
I thought sparks might be struck from our skin. His cock plunged in and out in a blur; the windscreen behind him was opaque with condensation.
‘You won’t be walking far tomorrow,’ he vowed, and my G-spot erupted into a fountain of wild celebration. He ploughed and ploughed and roared his climax into me, his red hair slick and damp, his pale eyelashes dark with sweat.
We lay, fused together by heat and perspiration, limp and used up for a long while, listening to the cars on the main road swish by, churning up the slush.
‘I like you,’ he said at length.
‘Yeah, I like you too.’
‘If things were different …’
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sp; ‘I know. It’s not a good time for me either.’
‘You’re hung up on someone else?’
I shifted beneath him, looking him in the eye.
‘What makes you say that?’
‘The way you were hanging on to that necklace earlier.’ He put a finger to my throat, tugging the fine silver. ‘What’s he got that I haven’t?’ he said with a wink.
I couldn’t answer, didn’t want to.