‘He can’t have you, you know.’ The words slice through the steely air. I know who you are referring to, but I know better than to respond. Best just to let you decompress in your own time. I look out of the passenger-side car window, watching as the street lights approach then swiftly get swallowed by the sombre night sky behind us.

‘I don’t want you anywhere near him, Amelie, arrogant fucker.’

‘Okay,’ I respond.

‘I mean it. Men like him don’t stop until they get what they want.’

Men like you? I catch myself before speaking aloud.

‘You’re mine, you know that right? I decide when, who and where, not Ethan. He’s not good enough for you.’

‘Sure baby, I know.’ I look directly at you. Fuck, the eye twitch is back, barely perceptible, but a twitch nonetheless.

‘He spent the whole of that dinner trying to flirt with you. You must have noticed.’

I keep quiet.

‘Right in front of me.’ –twitch

We turn onto the motorway and you hit the accelerator hard.

‘Would you like to fuck him?’ We’ve played this one out before. I shake my head. ‘Good. Because you know what will happen if you do, don’t you.’ This time I give a quick appeasing nod. You turn to look at me, eyes blazing. ‘As I said, you’re mine. You do what I say, when I say.’

We drive along in stony silence again for a short while, the tension strangling the air between us. This side of you, yes of course it scares me but equally, it excites me. Walking on a knife’s edge, knowing that something is brewing deep and dark inside of you. I know what’s coming, I just don’t know when.

‘Unzip me.’

It seems tonight the ‘when’ is not going to wait until we get home. I move my hand across and quickly unzipper your faded jeans, letting your semi-erect cock fall out.

‘Make me hard, Amelie.’

I take your plump softness into my grip and stroke it to life.

‘Yes, that’s good. Keep going.’

Your breathing slows into deep heavy sighs. I carry on with a tight hold, keeping a slow and steady pace. You put your rough hand on my smooth thigh, everything about us contrasting– yin and yang. As your palm rides up, my slender legs part in an automatic response to your touch. The feel of your thumb grazing against the thin fabric that covers my pussy is electric.

‘Take those off.’

I wriggle out of my underwear quickly and get back to the job of stroking your cock which is firming by the second. Tiny droplets of pre-cum glisten on the head. I use them to lube my palm and slowly glide back up and down your shaft.

I slide down my seat a little trying to tantalise you, wanting to feel your fingers on my velvety slit and just for a moment, you indulge me. Two fingers pushed in with precision straight into my cunt. I exhale deeply.

‘You like that don’t you,’ you chuckle. Or was it a smirk? Either way, letting you know how good it felt was a rookie error. In a flash, your hand is back on the steering wheel.

‘As I said, Amelie, I decide when, who and where. Now suck my cock.’

I slip the top half of my seat belt off and lean across the middle console of the Aston Martin. You’re fully engorged and even with both hands gripped one on top of the other, the purple tip pokes out. I hold you steady whilst slowly letting the length of my tongue savour every oozy drop of liquid. Your distinctive taste and scent set my own juices flowing.

I proceed with little tongue flicks on the head and around it, circling until I am ready to let you between my dark crimson lips. Just an inch, nothing more, letting my tongue continue lashing your member. My blonde curls tumble onto your lap so I quickly swish them out of the way. It’s better when you hold those curls tightly between your fingers, but for now, you keep your hands firmly on the wheel.

My cunt is aching to be touched but I need to keep both hands on you. One to cradle your balls and the other circled round the base of your shaft. As your inhales and exhales become more audible, I sink deeper, taking you further into my mouth. You change your position slightly, moving down the seat, extending your cock into me. It hits the back of my throat – oh fuck, you feel so good like this.

Your labyrinth of blue veins is distended as blood flows into every inch. I set a rhythm, sucking and licking at the same time. Bobbing my head up and down, swallowing the excess saliva that’s mixed with your pre-cum. Still cupping your balls, I use a finger to press into them whilst keeping my other fingers tightly gripped around your cock.

‘Yes, baby.’

Your words encourage me to go faster and I take you in deeper. I match your hip thrusts with the up and down of my hot, tender orifice. Changing to one-handed steering, you grab a handful of my hair, lift my head with it then push me back down. Again you hit the back of my throat so I adjust my position to allow all of you in with the next thrust. Still sucking, gripping your ball sac tighter, pressing my finger in harder.

I squirm in my seat, sure that the skirt beneath me is now soaked. I need you to fuck me but I know that for now, I have to make do with your cock pushing deeper into my throat. I carry on, engulfing you, using my tongue in a quick motion.

‘Faster.’ Your only word is guttural and harsh.

You pull my hair tighter, not letting up the pace and I am more than happy to continue. My action is making you rock solid and edging you ever closer to blowing your load.

‘I’m going to cum, are you ready?’

I know the question is redundant, that you are past the point of no return. I give the final sucks as your balls tighten. The first spurt hits the back of my throat as you ejaculate.

‘Take it, Amelie, take it all.’

I start swallowing hard as you pump your hot salty cum into my hungry mouth. Yes, I’ll take it all, every last drop. I devour it, lapping it up, suck-swallow-suck-swallow until you are done. And when you finally finish cumming, I linger a moment longer, enjoying the sensation of you softening between my lips.

As I sit back in my seat you look me in the eyes. The twitch has stopped but now I’m left with a hot wet mess between my legs.

‘Would you like to touch yourself?’ 

I take a moment to consider the right answer. If I say yes, will you deny me the pleasure? But then again there’s no point saying no, we both know that would be a lie. However, before you give me a chance to speak, you shove two fingers back into my cunt then quickly pull them out and spread them apart. My wetness spans between your fore and middle fingers like strands of gossamer.

‘Yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? Rubbing your fingers on your clit, making yourself cum, my horny little Amelie.’ You indicate left, swerving quickly onto the exit of the motorway. ‘But I think we can do better than that, don’t you?’ 

We continue driving until the main road turns to a country road, passing through villages shrouded in darkness. I’m itching to put my hand between my crotch but instead, I sit on them, tucking them safely under my ass. Soon, the country road turns to a dirt track which we bump along until finally, you come to a halt.

‘You can play with yourself now. I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers.’

Hell yes, I hitch my skirt up high and dive straight in. My clit swells at the touch of my thumb pressing onto it. Moonlight filters through the window, highlighting my smooth pale mound, broken only by the strip of small dark curls at the top of my moist entrance. Silky wetness coats my fingers as I dip them in and out of my pussy. I stretch back into the seat letting myself relax fully under your watchful eyes. My hips move upwards as I work my way into the slippery folds of my labia and back out again.

The sound of ragged breathing fills the car, more from me than you but I can see you are hardening up again fast. I pull the top of my loose dress down, exposing a breast then cupping it with one hand and tweaking at my nipple until it’s erect. I move a leg up and onto the dash, keeping my black stilettos on—two fingers, then three pushing into my cunt. Juices squelch as I fuck myself with one hand and continue to tug at my nipple with the other. Your groans spur me on as does the sight of you stroking your stiffened cock as you savour the view next to you. I grind my hips upwards, edging myself closer towards climax.

‘Oh god, yes.’ My moan escapes louder than intended.

You pull the thin strap of my dress down exposing the other breast. Leaning over is easy for you, tall as you are. You take my nipple between your lips and suck gently before clamping it between your teeth. I wince at the pain but hell, I want more. And edging closer, almost there, my orgasm just a few strums away.

‘Stop.’

Fuck! I can’t. I won’t. Not now, I need to cum so badly. I continue to work away, but this time you use your teeth harder. Ouch! You have my attention. I stop, pulling my fingers away fast, letting my juices drip onto the seat. I turn to face you, eyes pleading.  You respond by opening the car door.

‘Get out.’

I obey without hesitation and swing my own door wide open. In seconds you are on the same side of me, grabbing my wrist and moving me to the front of the car. I quickly survey our surroundings. Deep lines of trees overhang either side of the dusty track. Shadows dapple the stony ground, our only light the shards of moonlight that come and go as the branches above us sway in the warm night breeze. We stand for a moment, face to face, as you put your arms around me, holding me close. And as gentle as that breeze, you let kisses fall on my neck, my face, my lips. I moan into your mouth as your tongue finds its way to mine. My pale bare breasts rub against your shirt.

‘I love you, Amelie. You know that don’t you?’

‘Yes, baby. I love you too.’

‘And you also know that if Ethan comes near you, he will regret it.’ You tense up in my arms.

‘I know. I don’t want him though. I just want you.’ You soften back into my embrace.

‘Say it again.’

‘I want you.’

You step back a little and spin me around, pushing me against the vehicle.

‘Say it again.’ You speak louder this time, any gentleness fading fast.

‘I need you.’

This time you grab my hair and push my head down, bending me over the low bonnet. My breasts press against the hot smooth surface. Fuck, it feels good. You pull the skirt of my dress up and over my ass. A palm slaps against my rounded firm cheeks, stinging momentarily and then you grab my hips and hold me tight. I spread my legs a little, lift my cunt higher and brace myself for your entry.

You penetrate me in one fell swoop, rough and hard. I steady myself as you withdraw and then push back into me with force. Your balls swing beneath just catching me as you pummel in and out. My cunt takes you in fully as you hit my cervix over and over.

‘Like this?’

‘Oh yes,’ I moan loudly and I mean it, I love it like this– raw, unadulterated gratification. My juices drip down my leg and my clit throbs. ‘Don’t stop,’ I shout into the night air. Your fingertips break through flesh as you grip me in place.

‘You’re mine, Amelie, not his, not anyone's.’

You take out your jealousy thrust by thrust, ramming in deeper and deeper, hitting every spot that makes me want to cum.

I ride back onto you, meeting your pace, letting the pain increase my pleasure. I lose track of how long you hold me there, pistoning in and out, using me to quell your anger.

‘I’m going to cum deep inside of you. I’m going to fill up your beautiful cunt, would you like that?’

I’m seconds away from climaxing. As you pick up the tempo I let the warm pleasure take over, starting as small pulsations in my clit.

‘Yes, cum for me baby, I want you. I need you.’

You press into me with unyielding pressure and then I’m gone, cumming all over that rock-hard cock, my cunt walls contracting, my thighs trembling and my ass bucking in your grip. And as I do, you release deep inside of me, filling me up as promised. Hot jets of semen shoot into me, making my climax continue until every last spurt of your cum is expelled. You continue holding me, not withdrawing until the rigidness of your cock lessens. And when you finally pull back, slowly removing yourself from my satiated cunt, our mingled cum seeps out with you. Warm sticky fluid slid down the soft curves of my thigh.

You help me back up and pull the straps of my dress back onto my shoulders but stop me from turning back to face you. Then you put your hand back under my skirt which has fallen back into place. Your fingers reach inside my pussy and you coat them in our juices. As you wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me back into your frame, you hold the fingers in front of my face.

‘Taste it, Amelie, taste us.’

I open my mouth, let you put them in and suck them gently.

‘That’s how it always will be. You and me, together forever.’

I take a last lick before turning to face you, the warmth of my contentment reaching my smile.

‘Yes, baby, you and me– forever.’