Fuck.
I was so caught up in the fantasy and in the need that I didn’t even think about a condom and lube until I heard the sound of another little packet being opened. I wasn’t sure if he was a Boy Scout in a former life, or just overconfident, but I was glad he’d gone to dinner prepared.
The plug slid out of me in one smooth motion that had a whine escaping. I wasn’t empty for long, though. As soon as the toy was gone, Roman’s finger entered me, and it wasn’t long before it was two and then three fingers.
All I could do was writhe as I desperately tried to keep myself from fucking back onto him. Roman kept up a flood of dirty words, telling me how tight my ass was and about how good it was going to feel when he fucked me…every wicked syllable was simply designed to send me higher.
When his fingers pulled out, there was a moment’s relief from the beautiful stretch, but it didn’t take long for the aching need to crash back over me again. I wanted the burn as he shoved his cock into me. I wanted to feel full and know that he was using me for his pleasure. I wanted to feel taken and claimed as he pounded into me.
Roman’s cock pressed against my hole, and before I could even breathe, he’d bottomed out in me, fucking all the air from my lungs. It was incredible. It was just enough pain to make it even more perfect, and the way his cock rubbed over my prostate had me crying out so loud I knew my neighbors would hear.
He only waited a moment for me to adjust before he started moving again, thrusting into me in an almost punishing rhythm that had me moaning and babbling out all kinds of crazy things. I wasn’t some fragile doll in panties that was just to look at. He merely shoved the silken fabric aside and fucked me like he owned me.
I was his, and he knew it.
As the pleasure started to build, everything grew hazy around the edges and the only thing that kept me from sinking away was the occasional slap to my ass and the feel of his cock caressing my prostate.
Eventually,all I could do was shake and arch my ass up, desperately pleading for more. My words wouldn’t work and everything was narrowing down to just the pleasure racing through me. When he finally spoke the word I’d been craving for hours, I almost missed it.
“Now, Brat.” His hand came down on my ass again, and he changed his angle just enough to peg my prostate with his cock, sending me flying.
My orgasm crashed over me and all I could do was lie on the warm car and shake as he kept up the insane waves of pleasure. Every thrust sent me higher until there was nothing but his dick inside me and the sensation that was whirling through me.
When it finally started to recede, I felt Roman’s thrusts falter and I knew he was coming. He was the type of Dom who’d want to mark me, and I knew eventually I’d be taken out to dinner with his cum plugged deep inside me. But the thought of tests and discussions was pushed to the back burner as his almost punishing grip turned tender, and his hands started rubbing long, soothing strokes up my back.
His cock finally eased out of me, and I was too tired to even move. Roman leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be right back, baby.”
Roman stepped away with one last caress, and I heard the car door open, the dinging noise distracting enough to pull me away from my stupor. When the car jostled, I finally sighed and opened one eye. The goof was getting napkins out of the glove compartment.
When he had the condom off, he came back over to me, and unfortunately, wanted me to function. We needed a futon out here or something if he wanted to have garage sex more often…and tissues.
“Come here, Brat, let’s get you upstairs.” Roman’s soothing words made me frown. Probably not the reaction he was expecting.
“I’m tired. I don’t want to walk.” Pouting, I sighed as he ignored me and started straightening my clothes. When he had me dressed enough that I could walk without tripping over my pants, he started moving us toward the stairs.
“But the bedroom is so far away.” Why did I have such a big house?
“But if you walk upstairs like a good boy, I’ll help you get undressed and tuck you in.”
“But it’s not late enough to go to bed.” It might have been, but I wasn’t sure. The pleasure had kept me from really grasping how much time had passed.
Roman chuckled and put a hand on my back as he walked us up the stairs. “It’s late enough for us to lie down and cuddle.”
I would have complained, I had a great comeback about being too young to just cuddle, but I yawned instead, ruining it.
Damn it.
“Yup, you’re tired.”
“I’m not tired.” And that sounded like a whiny kid who needed a nap.
Damn it.
Finally making it to the bedroom, I waited, still pouting, while Roman started stripping off my clothes. Smiling, he kissed my forehead, not worried about my drama. “Do you want a shower?”
“Maybe later.” The bed wasn’t sounding that bad anymore.
“Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” He looked earnest, but he didn’t sound like he believed me.
