He collapsed over her, his weight a comforting, crushing pressure. She could feel his heart hammering against her own, their sweat-slicked skin fused together. He was still inside her, still pulsing weakly, depositing the last of his seed deep in her womb.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing fogging up the windows. The world outside had ceased to exist. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded, sated.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a slow, deep, possessive kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue.
When he finally pulled back, a wicked smirk played on his lips. “Now, ” he whispered, his voice rough, “let’s see how much more of this perfect fucking body I can claim before your shift is over.”
A delicious shiver ran through her. But before she could form a reply, he was moving. Slowly, with an audible, wet sound that made her cheeks burn, he pulled his softening cock out of her well-used pussy. The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cool rush of air against her slick, stretched flesh. A gush of their combined fluids followed his exit, a warm trickle that seeped onto the leather seat beneath her.
He didn't go far. He knelt on the floor of the backseat, his muscular frame dominating the small space. His cock, still glistening and thick, rested heavily against her inner thigh. He looked at her, his expression leaving no room for question.
“Clean it, Julie, ” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly with authority. “I want your pretty lips around my cock. I want you to taste exactly what we just did. Taste your greedy little pussy all over me. Taste my fucking cum inside you.”
Her heart leapt into her throat. This was new. This was...degrading. And God, it made a fresh, hot wave of arousal pool between her trembling legs. She didn't hesitate. Pushing herself up on unsteady arms, she leaned forward, her long hair cascading around them like a curtain.
She opened her mouth, her pink tongue darting out first to tentatively lick the head of his cock. The taste was an electric shock to her system�musky, salty, and uniquely, unmistakably her. Her own arousal, sharp and tangy, mingled with the thick, primal flavor of his release. Oh fuck, it was intoxicating.
“That’s it, ” Marc groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, not forcing, just guiding. “Take it all, Julie. Get it nice and clean for me. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”
Emboldened by his praise, she took him deeper into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping up every last drop of their mixed essence. She suckled gently, her lips forming a tight seal as she worked her way down his length, her mouth making lewd, wet sounds in the quiet car. She could feel him beginning to stir again against her tongue, the flesh thickening and hardening as she worshipped him. She was lost in the act, in the raw, nasty intimacy of it, her own hips subtly grinding against nothing, seeking friction.
A sharp, cheerful chime from her purse on the floorboard sliced through the lust-filled air.
She froze, his cock still resting on her tongue. Her eyes, wide and suddenly anxious, flicked up to meet his.
“Ignore it, ” Marc murmured, his thumb stroking her cheek.
But it chimed again. And again. A rapid series of texts. Jim. It had to be.
With a reluctant whimper, she pulled off of him with a soft pop. Marc’s eyes darkened slightly, but he released her hair. “Answer it, ” he said, his tone shifting, a new, curious edge to it. “Let’s see what your husband has to say.”
Her hands were shaking as she fumbled for her purse, pulling out her phone. The screen was illuminated with a string of messages from Jim.
Jim: Hey gorgeous! Just thinking about you.
Jim: That video last night was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve been hard all day.
Jim: Can’t wait for you to get home. I need to fuck my wife SO bad.
Jim: Did that guy Marc ever message you again? 😉
Jim: Seriously, you’ve got me so worked up. I might have to come visit you on your lunch break...
The words blurred. Her blood, which had been burning hot seconds before, seemed to turn to ice water in her veins. Did that guy Marc ever message you again? The winking emoji. It was playful. Curious. Not the message of a man who had just masterminded a surprise rendezvous.
He didn’t know.
Marc hadn’t been sent by Jim. He had just...shown up.
A wave of dizzying humiliation washed over her, so potent it stole her breath. She had let a stranger fuck her raw in the back of his car, had begged him to come inside her, had just cleaned his cock with her mouth, all on the assumption that her husband had willfully handed her over. But he hadn't. She had done this completely on her own. The weight of her own reckless, desperate desire crushed her.
“What does he say?” Marc asked, his voice a low rumble. He was watching her intently, reading the panic and shame on her face.
She couldn’t speak. She just shook her head, dropping the phone as if it had burned her. It clattered to the floor mat.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Marc’s face. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was a smile of pure, unadulterated conquest. “He didn’t send me, did he, Julie?” he purred, his voice dropping to a sinister, thrilling whisper. “You thought this was his game, but it was always mine. You gave me this sweet, married pussy all on your own.”
Tears of sheer embarrassment pricked at her eyes, but they were mixed with another, more powerful surge of heat. The humiliation was twisting, morphing inside her, becoming something else entirely�something dark and unbearably erotic. He had taken her without permission, and she had loved every second of it.
Marc saw the conflict, the shame, the rising need. He seized it.
He moved with that startling predatory grace, flipping her over onto her hands and knees on the now-sticky leather seat. Her ass was in the air, her face pressed against the seat, the scent of their sex flooding her senses. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his now fully hard cock pressing insistently against her slippery entrance.
“You’re not going to tell him, are you, Julie?” he growled in her ear, his breath hot. “You’re too fucking embarrassed. You’re too ashamed of how much you loved getting railed by a stranger. How much you’re about to love it again.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He drove into her, a single, brutal, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt and stole the air from her lungs. She cried out, a strangled sound of shock and overwhelming pleasure.
“This is our secret, ” he snarled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her, making her entire body jolt. “This wet, tight, fucking perfect pussy belongs to me right now.” Another punishing thrust. “And you’re going to take my cock one more time, and you’re going to come all over it, and you’re going to go back to your husband with my cum dripping out of you, and you’re never going to say a fucking word.”
The animal sound that tore from Julie’s throat was muffled by the leather seat. Marc’s hips set a brutal, unrelenting pace, each deep thrust pounding into her with a force that rattled her bones and scrambled her thoughts. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. The wet, slapping sounds of their connection filled the humid air of the car, a lewd soundtrack to her complete debasement.
Oh god, he’s so deep, she thought, her mind fracturing. He’s fucking me so hard, so fucking deep. Jim never... Jim could never...
Marc’s grip on her hips was iron, his fingers sure to leave bruises�marks she would have to hide later. He leaned over her, his broad chest pressing against her back, his voice a gravelly command in her ear. “You feel that, Julie? You feel how my cock owns this pussy right now? It’s gripping me like a fucking fist, begging for more.” He punctuated his words with a series of short, sharp thrusts that made her see stars. “You love it, don’t you? Tell me you love it.”
“I�I love it, ” she gasped, the admission torn from her. It was the truth. The shame was there, a hot coal in her gut, but it was utterly dwarfed by the raw, carnal need he was stoking in her.
“You love getting fucked like a whore in the back of a car?” he demanded, his voice dropping even lower.
“Yes!” she cried out, the word a sob of pure ecstasy.
Suddenly, he stilled. The absence of his punishing rhythm was a physical shock. He pulled out of her completely, the cool air of the car a shocking contrast to the heat of his body, the feeling of emptiness absolutely devastating.
“No...” she whimpered, instinctively pushing her hips back, seeking the fullness he’d just stolen. “Please...”
He chuckled, a dark, rich sound that vibrated through her. His hand came down on her ass with a sharp, stinging slap that made her jump and cry out. “You want it back, Julie?”
“Yes! God, yes, please, Marc...”
“Then beg for it, ” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He ran the head of his cock through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance but giving her nothing. “Beg for my fucking cock. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Her face burned with a fresh wave of humiliation, but it only fuelled her desire higher. She was past pride, past thought. There was only need. “Please, Marc... please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me hard, please...”
“Harder than before?” he prompted, circling her clit with his slick tip, making her shudder violently.
“Yes! Harder! Fuck me as hard as you can, please, I need it, I need to feel you fucking ruin me...” The words spilled out of her, filthy and desperate and utterly true.
“That’s my good girl, ” he purred, the approval in his voice a reward in itself.
Without another second of hesitation, he plunged back into her, burying himself to the root in one single, shattering thrust. Julie’s scream was loud, raw, and unfiltered, echoing in the confined space. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust, setting a pace that was nothing short of savage. His grip on her hips tightened, using her body for his own pleasure, driving into her with a primal force that stole her breath and her sanity.
This was fucking. Pure, unadulterated, nasty fucking. Her world narrowed to the sensation of him pistoning in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, hitting a spot deep inside that made her toes curl and her vision blur. Her breasts swayed violently with the force of his movements, and she could feel the slickness of their joined bodies, a mixture of her arousal and his previous release, coating her inner thighs.
“That’s it, scream for me, ” he grunted, his own control fraying. “Scream how much you love this big black cock wrecking your married pussy.”
She obeyed instantly, her cries pitching higher with every powerful drive of his hips. She was unravelling completely, the coil of pleasure in her core winding tighter and tighter, a spring about to snap. “I’m gonna come!” she shrieked, the warning torn from her. “Oh fuck, Marc, I’m gonna come!”
“You come then, ” he ordered, his voice strained with his own impending release. “Come all over my cock, Julie. Soak me. Let me feel that pretty pussy milk me dry.”
His command was all it took. The orgasm exploded through her, a cataclysmic wave of pleasure that locked every muscle in her body. Her inner walls clenched around him in violent, rhythmic spasms, and she screamed his name into the leather, her body trembling uncontrollably as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Feeling her climax, Marc gave a final, guttural groan. He drove into her one last time, hilting himself deep, and she felt the hot, urgent pulse of his release, flooding her for the second time that afternoon. He’s filling me up again, she thought deliriously, claiming me all over again.
They collapsed together, a heap of sweaty, spent limbs, both breathing in ragged, uneven gasps. The only sound was their panting and the faint ticking of the car’s engine cooling down.
After a long moment, Marc shifted. He pulled out of her slowly, and Julie whimpered at the sensation, a fresh trickle of his cum leaking from her onto the seat. He turned her onto her back, his dark eyes roaming over her flushed, well-used body with possessive satisfaction.
He looked down at himself, at his cock, glistening and wet with their combined release. Then his eyes locked back on hers.
“Clean it up, Julie, ” he said, his voice quiet but firm, leaving no room for argument. “Get on your knees and lick my cock clean. Every last drop. I want to watch you taste us."