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I lift up toward him, trying hard to capture his lips with mine, hungry for his mouth, but he pulls back just out of reach, pushing me back down with his fingers in my mouth. I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking on them loudly and whimpering.

“Such a good little whore, aren’t you, Siena?” he grinds out, pulling his fingers out of my mouth, and pinching my nipples with his fingertips wet with my saliva. “Tell me you’re my good little whore.”

He smacks the side of my tit hard, and my eyes open wide. He does it again, twice, three times, fucking me so hard that my tits bounce.

Imoan and press my chest toward him, wanting my skin against his, wanting so badly to touch him. “Yes! I’m your good little whore.”

“You like it when I pound your pussy, don’t you?” he growls, lifting my leg and shifting his hips, fucking me from a new angle that takes my breath away. “Tell me how much you like it, Siena. How much you want my cock.” He emphasizes each word with another hard thrust, but his voice is shaking the slightest bit and I can see in his eyes, in the way that he’s staring at me almost pleadingly, that he genuinely needs to hear me say the words.

“Fuck, Matti, I love your cock,” I can barely breathe, he’s pounding into me so hard, hitting that spot forcefully with each thrust. I’m on the edge of coming again, and my eyes drop to his lips, parted and wet. “Kiss me.”

“Call me ‘sir,’ Siena.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth and sinks his teeth in hard until I cry out.

The wet sounds of him slamming into my pussy reverberate off the parking garage walls.

“Please kiss me, sir,” I breathe, tilting my chin up toward his lips as he releases my nipple.

“You like to beg,” he snarls. “Don’t you?”

His tone changes slightly, a hint of darkness creeping in, but I barely notice. I’m blown out with lust, and so close to coming again that I just keep slamming my hips back against him.

“Please let me touch you,” I beg. I hate that I’m whining. But FUCK. I need him. I need all of him.

“You don’t get to touch me, Siena. You’re lucky that you’re getting fucked like the cock whore you are. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Fuck me, yes. So much yes. But the way he says it sounds more like an indictment than an invitation. “Yes, sir,” I breathe nervously, my eyes locked onto his.

“You want to come all over my cock, don’t you?” His pupils are blown wide, and he can barely grind out the words as he thrusts inside me.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Beg me. Beg me to let you come, Siena.”

My voice cracks. I’m so close. “Please can I— Please let me— Can I come for you, sir? Please, let me come.”

“That’s my good girl. Come for me, Siena. Come on my cock like a good little fucking whore,” he growls. He slaps my tit again, then grabs me by the throat, fucking me hard and fast as my body tenses. “Fucking come for me.”

Before the words are out of his mouth, my orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart from the inside out, as my cum soaks us both. He pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me through it. He hasn’t relented his punishing pace, since he first pushed inside me, like he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Like he never wants to stop.

He tightens his grip around my throat as he slams into me one more time, his cock swelling and pulsing as he releases inside me. “Holy fuck!”

When his spasms quiet, he buries his face in my neck as my pussy squeezes him, milking out every drop. “Baby,” he groans. Softly, so softly that I’m not sure I hear him correctly, I think he whispers, “I miss you so fucking much.”

He releases my hands, and as my arms fall around his neck, he slides his arms around me, holding me so close that the buttons from his shirt are pressing into my chest. Letting me hold him. He nuzzles my neck and chest, bruising me ashis grip tightens, clutching me like a drowning man. A deep growl emanates from his chest and reverberates through my body.

Something like contentment settles over me like a blanket, a feeling of peace I haven’t felt in weeks. Having him in my arms, our limbs entangled, sweaty and panting, feels like home.

Before I can even finish the thought, much less process what that means or how I feel about it, he stands up abruptly, tucking his cock back into his pants, tucking in his shirt, and zipping up. He won’t look at me, as I stare up at him, naked on the hood of the car except for the shredded leggings and my boots.

I lay back and close my eyes, limp and exhausted, but when I hear his footsteps, I jerk my head up to see him walking away toward the back of the parking garage.

What the fuck?

Great, so I guess he’s done with me? Embarrassed and angry with myself for getting sucked into his game of using me when he’s bored, I slide off the hood of the car, and put on my bra before jerking my dress over my head.

No panties, no leggings. Our cum dripping down my thighs. A great look for walking around Manhattan in 40 degree weather. Why am I such a fucking idiot?

As quick as I can, I unzip my boots and peel off my socks, then the ripped leggings, pulling the socks back on as I shiver in the cold garage. Snatching my coat off the hood of the car, I see the dents I put there when I slammed my heels down when I came the first time and smile.

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