Page 8 of Drive Her Wild

“I’m not fucking waiting to get all these clothes off you.” He tears them at the seam, leaving me almost bare for him.

He groans as he roughly pulls my panties to the side and swipes his tongue through my pussy.

His massive arms wrap around my thighs as he firmly slides his tongue over and around my clit. Gripping the hole in my tights, he tears a larger hole in my tights as he simultaneously shreds my lacy panties.

“Just fucking like that.” I breathlessly pant the words as he continues to eat my pussy.

“Like this?” He teasingly swipes his tongue.

“Or like this?” He firmly licks me from ass to clit.

Sliding my fingers into his hair, I grip firmly and pull him into me. He groans, the vibrations rumbling over my clit as continues to devour me.

Grinding my hips against his face, he brings me to the edge. Whimpers pass over my lips, and I moan, “Don’t stop. I’m going to co—”

My own screams interrupt me as he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, expertly pulling my orgasm from me. I loosen my grip on his hair to allow him to pull from between my legs.

“Do you know how fucking good you taste?” His lips kiss over my thighs and pussy as he groans, “I’m not fucking stopping until these thick fucking thighs are shaking against my face.”

Well, fuck, who am I to tell him to stop?

Tightening his grip around my legs, he pulls me tight against his face as he continues to lick and suck at my now sensitive clit. As though I have no control over my body, I’m quickly giving him exactly what he wants.

My back arches from the hood of the car, and my thighs tremble as they clamp violently tight against the sides of his face. The orgasm shoots through me, spilling from my mouth as breathy screams.

Releasing his tight hold on me, he stands between my thighs and quickly undoes the knotted sleeves cinching his coveralls around his waist.

He snakes his hand between me and the car as he pulls me close. His lips, still wet from me, press roughly against mine. I open them for him and instead of pressing his tongue into my mouth, he parts his lips and floods my mouth with a mixture of his saliva and my arousal.

“I wanted you to understand why I’m going to take your cunt like I’m fucking feral.” He forcefully bends me over a stack of tires, and I cry out as he presses the entirety of himself inside me.

He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust to his girth as he painfully stretches me.

And I don’t think I want him to.

He hurts so fucking good.

Holding my arms behind my back, he thrusts into me hard and fast, groaning about how tight I am.

Pretty sure every pussy he fucks is tight…

“Does that feel good?” he snarls. “My cock stretching out your tight little cunt.”

“Yes,” I groan the word as my body begins to adjust to his size and punishing pace.

“Are you going to come for me, firecracker?” He presses my body back over the tire. “I want to feel you squeeze around my cock.”

“I’m so fucking close,” I pant the words, feeling every bit of my body starting to tense as he deepens his thrusts. My fingers knead at the rubber beneath me, digging my nails into it as he drives into me and causes my orgasm to absolutely shatter me.

Still coming down from my high, his fingers slide into the hair at the nape of my neck, and he tightly fists it. Using it to pull me up to him.

“If you don’t want me to come inside your tight cunt, you better fucking tell me now,” he breathlessly groans in my ear between thrusts, “but know that I am filling one of your holes.”

Arching my back, I reangle my hips so he can slide even deeper. His hands wrap around my waist, and he bottoms out with every thrust.

“I-I want to feel you lose c-control inside of me, J-Jack.” I struggle to get out the words.

Chapter Seven

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