Page 99 of Pieces of Us

I’m colliding towards my climax, ready to crash any second.

‘More…more.’ I can’t convey what I mean as words evade me. I just hope he can interpret my wordlessness.

‘You want it rougher, baby, huh?’ he growls in my ear, lifting me up and down on him.

‘Y-yes,’ I screech, careening. I’m squinting but I can see the waves crashing against the shoreline, leaving behind a trail of frothy white foam. It’s exactly how I’m feeling. Once I come, I know I’m going to be left in pieces.

Listening to my pleas, he removes his length from my slit and ploughs into my ass without warning. I jerk forward, trying to get away, but he pulls me back into his chest with the force of his arms. A stretching, burning…sensational feeling overwhelms me as I scream, the echo bouncing off the windows, sounding so much louder, almost deafening both of us. In essence, if anyone happens to be in the vicinity of the car, they could definitely mistake my strangled cries as someone being murdered.

The pain alleviates into a pleasurable pain as he stretches my tight hole.

It’s exactly the type of satisfaction I crave.

‘Yes..Yes…Oh, God…Yes.’ He bounces me up and down, spilling filthy words into my ear. With one hand, he slaps my clit, once again surprising me with intense gratification. ‘Again,’ I force out.

‘Yeah? You like that? You like when I slap your slutty little pussy?’ All I can do is moan like a wanton whore. ‘Your cunt gaping from the loss of my cock? Put your fingers inside yourself while I keep smacking your pussy.’

Obliging, I start with two, before I insert a third finger. I’m so full and content, I know that despite whatever onslaught is to come, I’ll be sated for days. My eyes roll back in my head and my body goes limp as I open my mouth in a silent scream.

Lincoln stills for a split second before a bellow explodes as I physically fall apart, in his arms like an earthquake.

‘Holy fucking shit, Hart.’ I know exactly what he’s referring to as I feel a rush of wetness between us. I feel his balls pulse at the thought of the water spurting from me, soaking the interior of his luxury car. Instinctively, he presses the heel of his palm against my clit and rubs in circular motion.

‘Oh my God. Linc. Linc. Right there, I cry.

‘Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Look at what my cock does to you,’ he groans as he kisses my neck.

At the height of my climax, I feel hot spurts of cum fill me. ‘I’m coming, Hart. Fuck, baby, I’m coming.’ It’s like balm for the ache that he’s created. Pump after pump, he eventually slows and my verbal weeps turn into soft mewls. There are black and white spots behind my eyes, as if I’m looking into a strobe light. He’s fucked the vision right from my body, and I don’t even mind when I’ll be able to see again. Sinking back onto him as we both try and catch our breath is the only thing I can do.

I’m not heavy anymore, so I’m sure he can take my dead weight. My limbs feel like concrete, and I couldn’t move in the next minute or so if I tried.

His guttural groans quieten as he tries to find his breath. It’s stiflingly hot in the car, enough for him to reach over and crack the door open while still inside me. A gust of fresh wind seeps in, airing out the smell of sex, sweat and saliva.

He slips his half-hard cock out of me and I immediately clench so that he doesn’t dribble out of me. His hands still on my hips, as his lips trace kisses up and down my spine. A permanent shiver from his touch is imprinted on my skin.

‘Linc?’ I hesitate after he says nothing.

‘Sorry, baby,’ he manages to croak. ‘I was just thinking how fucking sexy you are. How I’m a dumb cunt for ever letting you go.’ I hate how he brought up our past, but in this instance, I have to agree. We could have had this for the past eight years. ‘God. I’ve never had sex like that,’ he declares, leaning his head back.

I’m still clenching and it’s starting to get uncomfortable, but his confession makes me giggle. ‘Don’t make me laugh, unless you want your cum everywhere.’ Giving me a kiss on the back of my neck, I can feel the smirk.

‘Can you lean over and get the wet wipes that are in the middle of the console?’

Reluctantly, I push forward, only to be greeted with a delightful smack to my ass. It startles me and I let go of my muscles, causing his cum to start running. Trying to tighten again, I’m stopped by his hands, which firmly tear my cheeks apart. With my forearms on the console, I have no choice but to let him explore.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Inspecting just how messy and ruined I made you. I love to see my creampie dribble out of you. Makes me so proud to see how I’ve marked you, and how I own you.’ As he describes his depraved thoughts, I feel his thumbs caress my puckered hole, pushing some back in and smoothing the rest across my cheeks.

‘You just let me know when you’re done, so we can clean up,’ I jest, enjoying his aftercare. When he’s done enjoying his view, he wipes me clean, before planting kisses all over my body.

I’ve never felt more content…or like I’m close to being home.

Despite being buck naked, I still feel shy as I re-dress, blushing furiously as he watches me slide on the miniscule lace between my legs. The bra leaves nothing to the imagination either, which I know drives him crazy by the way he bites his lip and stifles a groan.

Quickly tying my hair up in a haphazard ponytail, I take a squiz in the mirror. Apart from my swollen lips and a rising hickey on my neck—which is going to take a tonne of concealer to cover—I don’t look like I’ve just had the orgasm of all orgasms.

We resume driving to the airport, a sombre mood blanketing the car. Giving him a sad smile and seeing his grim one in return reminds both of us that the prolonging and procrastinating will be over soon.

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