Page 96 of Empire of Carnage
It wasn’t my fault somebody needed to drive.
I gasped at the feel of Mateo ripping my suit skirt at the side, making room for me to properly spread my legs and sit into a deep straddle over his engorged erection.
“Mmm,” I moaned as he kissed up my neck, his fingers gripping my back and pulling me somehow even closer to me.
His hands traveled lower, giving my ass a hard squeeze before his fingers slipped through my thighs, coating themselves in the slick arousal forming between my legs.
“Fuck.” I tipped my head back while he toyed with my clit.
His hands gripped at the fabric of my torn skirt and with one more tug he ripped it completely up the side, pulling it off of me and freeing me from the little barrier it provided.
“Let’s see if I can make you come before we get home.” He smirked, pulling his monster cock out of his pants and slapping my pussy with his thick length.
He lifted me, hovering me a few inches above his lap as he positioned himself in the center of the backseat before spinning me and facing me forward.
“I want them to have a good show,” He whispered in my ear just as I made eye contact with Santos through the mirror in his visor.
His smirk was almost unnoticeable.
“Take her shirt off,” Ronan instructed.
“Watch the road,” Santos chastised.
“I can do both,” he countered.
Mateo didn’t fight it, lifting the silk top up and pulling it off my shoulders before tossing it down to the floorboard. I was completely naked now, exposed and legs spread wide over his lap, his thick throbbing cock waiting to find its way inside of me. His hands caressed me, moving all over me as he reveled in bringing me to the point of begging.
I wasn’t past it when it came to them.
I would only ever beg again for them.
“Please,” I whined desperately as his fingers rubbed up and down against my clit.
He lifted me up again, this time positioning the thick head of his cock right at my entrance, no warning or declaration before penetrating me with the full length of his steel.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped.
“Do you think he can make you come before we get home, Flower?” Ronan teased, pressing the button on the smartscreen display of the car to show the GPS estimated time of arrival at less than six minutes.
I shook my head, knowing it would only increase the challenge and fuel Mateo to prove me wrong even though I knew damn well it would likely not take him more than four. He pulled out of me, emptying me, and leaving me with an aching need.
“Drop your knees to the floorboard,” he commanded, bending me over the middle console so that I was smack dab between Santos and Ronan.
He pulled my arms out from behind me, placing my ankles in each hand before I felt his palm press against my low back, urging me to tilt my tailbone up towards him.
His hand moved to the back of my head, pushing me down further into the middle console so that my breasts were smashed up against it. I moved my cheek to the side. I was turned to see Santos, eyes full of lust and desire like he was wishing he’d picked the back seat himself instead.
His nostrils flared and he adjusted himself with the next thrust of Mateos cock slamming deep inside of me.
I cried out, biting my lip as each thrust of his hips hit deep inside, bringing me closer and closer to unraveling.
Santos moved my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear while his eyes stayed glued to my face, like my expression was the best thing he’d seen yet.
“How good does his cock feel, morena?”
“So good. So good,” I mumbled, the discomfort of my position somehow making it easier to lose myself to the pleasure.
Ronan chuckled, the engine roaring louder letting me know he’d stepped heavily onto the accelerator.
