Car finally released my wrists, her palms hot and slightly damp from the tension.

  In one impatient sweep she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants and yanked them down along with my underwear, the fabric scraping lightly against my thighs before pooling at my ankles.

  I y there exposed—shirt still clinging to my chest, cock already heavy and straining upward—while her dark eyes raked over me like she was starving.

  "I've waited so fucking long for this..." she growled low in her throat, voice rough with days of pent-up want.

  She shoved her own jeans and underwear down in a hurried tangle, throwing them aside without looking.

  The air hit her skin and I could see how ready she was: her folds glistening, swollen, the dark curls between her thighs already slick and clinging together with arousal. A thin, shining thread of wetness stretched and broke as she shifted her hips.

  "I need this so badly, Miguel..." Her words came out half moan, half plea. She reached for me again, fingers trembling just enough to betray how badly she was shaking inside.

  She dragged my underwear the rest of the way off, throwing them, then wrapped her hand around my length—firm, almost possessive—stroking once, twice, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip.

  I couldn't help the slow, crooked smile that spread across my face.

  The way her breath hitched, the way her pupils had eaten the color from her eyes, the faint tremor in her thighs—she wasn't just horny.

  She was wrecked for me. She really did love me, and right now that love looked a lot like desperation.

  She pressed closer, the damp heat of her cunt brushing the underside of my cock, and let out a shaky, "Please..." that sounded like it had been living in her chest for years.

  "Fuck me, Car..." The words tore out of me, half growl, half plea, my voice already cracking.

  She didn't hesitate.

  One hand braced on my chest, nails digging crescent moons into my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt; the other reached down between us.

  She lined me up with a quick, sure grip—her fingers slick from her own wetness—and then sank down in one long, greedy slide.

  Her pink slit parted around me, hot and impossibly tight, the first inch stretching her open with a wet, audible suck.

  I felt every ridge, every flutter as her walls gripped and pulled me deeper until her ass met my thighs and she bottomed out with a sharp, shuddering gasp.

  She was soaked—dripping down my shaft, coating my balls, leaving a dark, glistening patch on the sheets beneath us.

  Then she started moving.

  Her hips rolled forward in quick, punishing snaps—hard pps of skin on skin that echoed off the walls. Each thrust drove me deeper, her clit grinding against my pelvis on the downstroke, sending sparks up my spine.

  My head fell back against the pillow, eyes rolling behind fluttering lids as pleasure smmed through me in brutal waves.

  "Fuck yes! Fuck me, Car! Oh shit—!" The words spilled out broken and loud, desperate. My hands flew to the sheets, knuckles whitening as I twisted the cotton into fists, trying to anchor myself while she rode me like she was trying to break us both.

  She fucked me hard and fast—relentless—her thighs flexing, ass bouncing with every sm downward.

  Sweat beaded along her colrbone, trickled between her breasts still half-hidden under her shirt.

  Her breaths came in ragged pants, matching the wet, obscene sounds of her cunt swallowing me over and over.

  Every time she lifted, her inner lips clung to my shaft, dragging along the length before she dropped again, taking me to the hilt with a filthy squelch.

  "God, Miguel—you feel so fucking good," she hissed through clenched teeth, voice wrecked and thick with lust.

  Her rhythm stuttered for a second when I bucked up to meet her, driving even deeper, and she let out a broken moan that vibrated straight through my cock.

  I was already unraveling—balls tight, pressure coiling low and hot.

  "Fuck me like that, mommy! Holy shit~" The words ripped out of me in a broken, needy whine—high-pitched and shameless.

  It had been so fucking long since anyone had taken me like this, raw and relentless, and every brutal snap of her hips was unraveling me faster than I could handle.

  Car's rhythm never faltered—those wet, filthy pps growing louder, sloppier, her cunt clenching around my cock like a fist every time she bottomed out.

  Sweat slicked the valley between her breasts, her shirt now rucked up high enough that I could see the underside curve of them bouncing with each thrust.

  Her thighs trembled from the effort, muscles flexing under smooth skin, but she didn't slow down. If anything, she went harder, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke until I felt her pulse fluttering wildly around my length.

  "Fuck... I'm close... fuck..." she grunted, voice gravel-rough and fraying at the edges. Her hands left my chest—fingernails dragging stinging red lines down my sternum—and slid up to my throat.

  Long fingers wrapped around my neck, not tentative, not gentle. She squeezed. Firm. Possessive. The pressure bloomed instant and perfect, cutting just enough air to make my head swim, make everything sharper—her heat, her scent, the wet sp of our bodies colliding.

  Stars burst behind my eyes. My cock throbbed inside her, impossibly harder, leaking steadily now, mixing with her slick until every thrust sounded obscene.

  "Mark me!" I squeaked out, the words high and desperate, barely audible over the blood roaring in my ears. My voice cracked on the plea.

  I could already picture it—the dark, blooming bruises her fingers would leave on my throat, the way they'd peek out from under my colr tomorrow, a secret map of how thoroughly she'd owned me tonight.

  The thought alone sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to my balls.

  Car's grip tightened in answer—thumb pressing over my pulse, feeling it hammer against her skin.

  Her other hand braced on the mattress beside my head, caging me in as she leaned down, breasts brushing my chest, lips hovering a breath from mine.

  "You want my marks, baby?" she rasped, hips stuttering now, losing their perfect rhythm as her own orgasm crept closer. "Gonna bruise you so pretty... everyone's gonna know who fucked you this good."

  My vision tunneled, pleasure spiking white-hot and merciless. I was right there with her, teetering, begging without words as her cunt fluttered and clenched, milking me toward the edge.

  "shit—gonna fucking... CUM!!!" She said as she smacked down with one final sm, her cunt clenching as she covered my cock with her juices, the velvety texture of her cunt making me release as well.

  "Holy~" I squeaked out, her hands loosening around my neck, she moved a bit, "gonna make sure I get that cum everywhere inside me..." she cooed.

  A second ter she fell beside me, scooping me, comforting me as we id there, basking in the aftermath of our passionate love making session.

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