Following her gaze, my lips spread into a pleased as fuck grin at all the blood and cum. I might get addicted to this sight. Her sitting on my lap, blood coating my cock and thighs. Her face is smeared with more blood from the cut on her lip, making me feel like a sick animal inside at being obsessed but you can’t change a person when they’ve been this way their whole life. Bright red and flowing with the pounding of her heart, her blood holds all my attention. All mine.
“Maybe but I’m not done with you yet. Crawl in the front seat for me, love.” You can’t hide the devilish excitement in my voice.
“I’m suddenly scared.” She arches an eyebrow, flicking her gaze up and down at me in suspicion.
She shakes her head and starts to slip off my lap, hissing between her teeth when she sits her ass on the console between the front seats. I’m not a small man by any means and if you’ve never taken a pierced cock before, it can ache the first time. The view in front of me could tempt a priest to commit a sin. With her legs spread wide, she grimaces as she glances down at her puffy, sore pussy. She starts to close her legs but I place my palms on her inner thighs to stop her.
“Have to make sure you feel me for days.” I glide two fingers through the sticky, lovely mess leaking out of her wrecked pussy and shove our cum back inside her.
She grabs the seats on either side of her with a sharp hiss leaving her parted lips and watches as I pump my fingers in and out. I hold my fingers still inside her, crooking them against a spot that makes her back arch and has her cursing under her breath. She starts to shift her hips, trying to make me move my fingers but I pull them out and see all my thick, light pink cum seeping out of her slowly.
“I hate you right now. Why does it always feel good even when you guys cause me pain?” She breathes out a drawn out exhale and twists to crawl in the front passenger seat to slip on her bra.
“You love it when we hurt you. It excites you and pisses you off at the same time.” My voice comes out husky, imagining all the pain I can cause her.
She hooks her bra on as I pull my pants up my thighs, leaving the button undone and sitting here shirtless as I gaze at her grumbling under her breath. I grab my phone out of my jeans pocket, going to my camera and pointing it right at her. She grabs her shirt off the floorboard and is just about to slip it over her head when I stop her.
“Why don’t you show the guys how much of a good girl you are.” She glances over her shoulder at me, maybe hearing the sudden deepening of my voice filled with lust.
She glances at my phone and drops her shirt without hesitation.
“Where do you want me?” She bites her bottom lip teasingly, her voice raspy as she stares at the camera.
“Face towards the windshield,” I command wickedly, feeling my dick jerk in my pants as she listens without hesitating and faces away from me with her beautiful ass swaying side to side, driving me crazy. I want to bite her tempting ass.
“Now what?” Her voice is sexy and seductive.
“I think you should take the stick shift for a test drive, don’t you?” I glance away from the screen of my camera as she freezes, seeing her shoulder move with a deep inhale.
After a second, she moves, shifting her knees over on either side of the front seats until she’s hovering over the stick shift. Her ass is a beautiful sight, thick and juicy as her skirt pools around her waist. She reaches for her underwear on the passenger seat and uses it to gather her hair into a high ponytail so her whole back is exposed for the camera. Shit. I’ll be stealing those panties later to keep. She places her hands on the dashboard as she lowers over the stick shift. My gaze trails down her arched back, taking in her tattoos and scars, all the way down to her smooth, bubbly ass.
“How’s it feel, baby girl?” I ask, using Logan’s nickname and knowing it’s going to piss him off when he receives the video.
“Strange but good. Nicky won’t be able to go anywhere without thinking of me, smelling both of us in his car.” She moans, leaning farther forward as she slides up slowly on the stick shift.
Her pussy is red and swollen from taking my cock but it still grips the stick shift and leaves behind evidence of our fucking. The guys are going to lose it, I feel like I’m about to lose my mind seeing my cum dripping all over the place. I turn off the camera just as she sinks back down with a loud moan and send the video in the group chat real quick before tossing my phone on the seat. I’m really glad the guys, minus Dalton, are in class, jealous fuckers are going to go crazy once they get the video of our girl.
“Get back here. I’m ready for round two.” Never have I sounded so needy, my cock desperate for her again.
“Oh God.” She groans, easing off the stick shift, and turns around with heated eyes as she moves as fast as she can between the seats.
She’s as desperate as me. This woman is meant to be mine, I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her away.
My phone starts to go crazy, buzzing with incoming texts and ringing when I ignore them. I’m busy, about to fuck our girl. They can fucking wait. She eases into the seat next to me, bending back as I follow her down and brace myself on my forearms on either side of her.
“Tey,” she begs, wrapping her wrists behind my head to drag me closer and crossing her ankles behind my lower back to hold me hostage.
I’m not going anywhere.
The backseat car door suddenly opening has my head whipping up, my eyes going wide at the gun pointed at my head. My lips twist into a snarl, seeing the masked asshole daring to look at my woman, her mostly naked body on display.
“You’re a dead man,” I growl out, starting to sit up as Tillie gasps when she arches her head back to see a stranger with a gun in the open door.
The man whips the butt of his gun across my face, making my head snap to the side and cutting open the skin on the corner of my eye. I can hear Tillie screaming as all the doors open. Someone grabs me from behind as Tillie is dragged out of the car kicking and cursing. I’m thrown to the pavement of the parking lot, booted feet immediately kicking at me from all angles before I can slaughter them. The breath rushes out of me from the blow to the kidneys, making bile crawl up my throat.
“Don’t kill him! He comes with us!” One of the men shouts out orders, his face hidden behind a black mask but I spot the gang symbol of a cobra snake tattoo peeking out from the sleeve of his shirt.
Fucking Los Muerte gang.
