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I pinch my lips, trying to avoid smiling when she’s openly making fun of me.
“You’re unbearable,” I huff. “There’s something wrong with you Whites. Can’t keep a serious conversation going for more than two minutes.”
“You’re so weak for us, Sam,” she derides.
“I’d stop making fun of me if I were you,” I tell her seriously.
She shrugs and keeps massaging the back of my neck. “Why don’t you make me?”
My body lights up at her words. I don’t think she even understands those are my favorite words. She said them lightly without caring about the consequences.
Silently, I slow down the car until I stop on the side of the road. We were driving on the edge of the forest, and she’s lucky we weren’t on a busy road because that wouldn’t have stopped me.
“What are you doing?” she asks warily, letting go of my neck and straightening up in her seat.
I open my door and take my time to walk around to her side. When I open her door, she asks again. “Sam, what the fuck are you doing?”
I smile at her, putting a hand on the top of the car and crossing over her body to unfasten her seatbelt. I turn my face toward hers, whispering against her lips. “I’m making you.”
As soon as her seatbelt is off, I grab her by the arm and drag her out of the car. I open the back door and bend her over, ensuring she lands face-first on the back seat.
She groans an insult as she attempts to push herself back up. I put a flat hand on her back, keeping her down, and I undo her jeans with the other. I pull them down with her thin thong, leaving them around her knees to restrict her movements.
Rose has the personality of a gigantic god who holds every single human’s life in his hand. That’s why it’s always a surprise to be reminded how tiny and malleable she is when I put the minimum strength into controlling her body.
“Stay still, baby. You’re about to see what happens when you say ‘make me’ to someone with my dick size.” I slap her ass hard, inciting a surprised shriek past her lips.
“Anyone could drive past and see us!”
“Make sure to give them a little wave.”
I run my fingers through her slit, entirely unsurprised that she’s already wet. It’s a gift that she gets so turned-on by being sexually controlled.
“Take a deep breath,” I tell her. “This is going to hurt.”
I barely let her open her mouth, knowing full well she’s about to snap something back. I enter her in one full thrust, relishing in the way she tightens around me.
“Fuck,” she whimpers breathlessly. “Fuck...” She drags in a breath and lets out a long huff.
I pull out, letting her take another breath before I force myself back in. “Painful?”
Her “yes” is barely worded. A pained moan accompanies the wetness doubling around my cock.
“Say that again, baby. Your body didn’t hear.” I thrust into her mercilessly. Her moans, combined with her tightness and the way she still tries to fight me back, is a taste of heaven I’m not entirely sure I deserve.
I keep a hand on her lower back, rubbing to ease the harshness of my hips pushing against her and the strength I’m putting into it. I pound violently, holding her hip with my other hand. I watch her nails dig into the seat and listen to her breathing getting more ragged by the minute. One of her cheeks is against the leather and I can see her twisted features, pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful lust. Eyes are closed, her teeth are biting into her blood-red bottom lip. Her brows are furrowed, cheeks flushed as I thrust again and again, as she slips against the leather and attempts to keep herself steady. Sweat covers her hairline, and I almost come when her teeth release her lower lip, her mouth falling open to let out a long moan.
I wrap her long hair around my fist and pull until her head lifts. “You want to say ‘make me’ again?”
I push hard, feeling the way she stretches out to accommodate me. She screams when I hit her cervix, so I pull back slightly and start rolling my hips, hitting her magic spot.
“No,” she moans. The sound of a car coming our way reaches us and she starts to wiggle and attempt to escape me. “They’re gonna see us,” she panics.
“Better make me come then.”
She pushes back against me, thrusting her hips into me and making herself tremble with pleasure.
“Fuck…Sam,” she moans as her orgasm builds. I feel it in how she tightens while the rest of her muscles shake and struggle to hold her body. Her knees buckle and I thrust harder.
