Page 92 of Kortlek

My mouth waters at the sight, but Cove has other plans.

He lifts me enough to align his tip with my aching hole, then pauses and looks at me.

“Slowly. I want to feel every inch of my cock going in you.’’

Deliberately, I start lowering myself down on him. I bite my lip until it bleeds, taking every inch of his cock inside me. It’s slow, teasingly painful, and almost overwhelming. Inch by inch, until it’s halfway in, stretching me to the fullest.

My eyes dart to Cove as I take in the last couple of inches and take a minute to adjust to him inside me.

Cove’s eyes are glossy, pupils dilated, and pure desire is on his expression. His messy hair falls over his forehead, the veins on his neck popping as he hisses, closing his eyes and groaning loudly. His hands grip my hips, steadying me. His chest moves up and down rapidly.

The moment his eyes open again, I’m met with the deepest, neediest look in his eyes. One of his hands travels up, wrapping around my throat and keeping me in place. My pussy throbs with the need to start moving, to ride his cock like a madwoman.

“Bounce on it, bunny. Fuck yourself on my cock like the desperate whore that you are.’’

I place my hands on his shoulders to balance myself. At first, my movements are slow as I try to adjust to the position, then I gradually start bouncing on him, just like he instructed. The depth he reaches makes me moan loudly, the pleasure filling my veins and threatening to burst.

His hand around my throat doesn’t lessen its hold; if anything, he holds me harder, making it difficult to breathe. It only adds to the immense orgasm that starts building in the pit of my stomach. The sounds of our bodies molding together fill the car; the provocative sounds of his deep groaning make my heart swell.

“That’s it,’’ Cove grits out, his free hand pressing on the lower part of my stomach, his big fingers sprawled on my skin. “Ride my cock, you filthy little slut. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you? To be my little cumdump.’’

“Cove,’’ his name comes out as a desperate plea, my body moving faster, quicker, trying to reach the climax that both of us need. He doesn’t seem to hear me, his eyes transfixed on the way my tits bounce with each act I make.

He starts thrusting his hips upward, meeting my movements. It becomes erratic, quick, and rough, reaching the deepest parts of me, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. My eyes roll to the back of my head, the exhilarating feeling consuming me.

I barely notice the cars driving past us, even those that stopped to do a double take. The windows on the car aren’t tinted; the only thing somewhat protecting us from the sight is the heavy rain that coats the windows, and I’m expecting someone will call the cops soon.

Cove doesn’t care, and neither do I.

I’m too focused on the way his cock feels inside me, his hand firmly around my neck and the fingers that slowly reach down, giving my clit a soft pinch.

“Jesus Christ,’’ Cove groans out, leaning back in the seat. “I’ll never get enough of you. The way your cunt just swallows my cock feels so fucking good. My personal little whore.’’

My response is a series of moans, my body shaking as the orgasm gets near, and I’m almost tipped over the edge. Cove thrusts into me harder, rubbing my clit in a circular motion, then pausing and doing it again.

“Please,’’ I beg, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Please, make me come.’’

He chuckles.

“No. You’ll be a good girl for me and make yourself come on my cock.’’

With one last slam on his cock, I come undone. I scream out his name, pleasure consuming my body and my eyes rolling back. The wave of orgasm is prolonged by Cove’s long, deep thrusts, and soon enough, I feel the warmth of his cum coating my inner walls.

My breathing is heavy, and I swallow, my throat dry. It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts, then open my eyes and look at Cove. His messy state makes me want to go for another round, though I decide against suggesting it.

We really need to move somewhere private.

Cove pushes my legs apart, then spreads my folds. His semi-hard cock is still inside me, his thick cum dripping out of me, down his base. The look of pure insanity is in his eyes as he stares, then scoops some of it up and brings it to my lips.

Without a word, I take his fingers in my mouth, moaning at the salty taste. My tongue runs over his fingers, ensuring every part of them is clean and his cum remains in my mouth.

“Fucking hell,’’ he breathes out, withdrawing his fingers.

I slump on his chest, and his hands immediately wrap around my body, holding me close to him. His heartbeat is all I can hear as it slowly returns to a normal pace, both of us calming down from the intense sex.

Cove kisses the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment longer, before he pulls me even closer, without a single inch of free space between us. Despite the cold weather, his hot body is enough to make me feel warm, safe, and secure.

“Cove?” I mumble against his chest. His fingers thread through my hair, playing idly with it as we lay on the car seat, embracing each other.

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