Page 23 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
Elliot
Whatwasmoreattractive?That she'd barked out an order for him to fuck her?Or that she'd looked all too pleased about it?Her confidence was going to be the end of him.His cock was too hard to be ignored.Fuck, and she was wearing the sneakers.It pained him to fuss with pulling those leggings off her.They made her legs look like lollipops he could lick and never run out of sugary goodness.If he ripped them like he wanted to, he'd feel bad afterwards.So, he forced his shaking hands to toss her sneakers onto the floorboard and crumple her leggings into the seat.The back of her car wasn't exactlyideal.His horns were already ripping holes in the headliner.A chunk of foam rolled down his back, his tail swatting it away.
The guilt over destroying her car’s interior disappeared the moment she grabbed him by the drawstrings of his sweatpants and ripped them down his hips.His cock surged out toward her, slapping against her legs.In a fumble of skin and fabric and car seat, he scooped up her hips in his hands.Her knees pressed into the head rests of her car.He sank back on his knees and greedily stuffed his face into her pussy.Cassie pressed her hands to her mouth as he lapped at her slit.Tangy delight covered his tastebuds.His hips bucked, wanting to bury himself in her.But, thankfully, there was a bit of reason clawing it's way to the surface of his mind.
He would rip her and this car apart if he dove straight in.
Elliot put two thumbs to the lips of her cunt and spread her open for him.Like the starved man he was, he ate her with little restraint.Switching between lapping at her clit helplessly and shoving his fat tongue deep into her warmth as far as it would go, he relished the muffled sounds.Cassie, at some point, grabbed something from within the vehicle and stuffed it between her teeth.If he could open his eyes, he'd wonder what she was using as a gag.But Elliot was too far gone to do anything but eat her alive and hump her back seat.Her feet kicked against his shoulders.Elliot pumped his tongue in and out of her, chasing the feeling of her walls clenching around him.Her hips rutted, bucking wildly till he was sure his horns were tangled up in the headliner like a spear in a net.She snapped and his horns were ripped from the top of the car.
He pulled away, glancing up swiftly.Deep gouges marred the metal of her car's frame.He could worry about that later.Elliot shoved his tongue back inside of her, eyes rolling back in his head.Holding onto her hips tighter, he tried to contain her movements.His cock was weeping against the fabric of her seats, his knot begging to be where his tongue resided.The slight ache in his shins from being pressed against the door frame went away when she spat out the fabric from her mouth."Elliot, Elliot, fuck, yes, right there."
Elliot spared his thumb to her clit, letting her rock with abandon.Her walls trembled around his tongue until they snapped closed around it.Her release tasted of sunshine and a sharpness that was unique to Cassie.He groaned against her pussy, letting it milk his tongue.Shamelessly, hungrily, he lapped up every drop.Cassie gulped down the air.She whispered, "I forgive you, Ell—"
He growled, pulling his face from her warmth."No, you don't."
She blinked rapidly, staring up at him.Spread like a buffet, knees to the seats, arms cramped in a mess near her head, a sweater discarded at her side with saliva stains, she was a glorious painting.He memorized every inch of it.Bringing her legs down from his shoulders, he wiggled them until her thick thighs clamped around his waist.Elliot panted, lungs screaming for relief."No, you don't, Cassie."
Cassie furrowed her brows, eyeing him suspiciously."No, I don't forgive you."
"You said if I didn't fuck you, you wouldn't forgive me.I haven't fucked you yet…" He glanced down at his bobbing, needy cock.Her body flushed with pink splotches and goosebumps prickled her belly.He dug trenches with his hooves, shifting till the head of his cock was against her slit.All sound stopped as he slid his tip between her wet lips.Cassie's eyes rolled back in her head.He wanted to lean over her, kiss her and let her taste how divine she was…but his horns would shatter the window.He'd already damaged the interior.Palming her sides, he eased himself inch by inch.Cassie snatched up the sweater again and moaned into it.He chuckled, "Sorry, I'm kinda big."
"Kinda?"She spat the sweater out, glaring at him.
"Do you want me—"
"I didn't say stop, I said you were big.But I like stretching and you still want me to forgive you, right?"
"Yes," he moaned, inching further into her."That's my girl."
She tossed her arms against the door, using it as leverage.Cassie pushed back against him, sinking him deeper until he was sure she could taste his cock.Elliot let himself settle, waiting for her body to adjust.His attention dropped to their hips.His knot, bulging and red, was only a few inches from her pussy.He could sink it in her…He knew better; it wouldn't fit just yet.But, if he knew Cassiopeia Darling, she'd take it as a personal challenge.Elliot wanted to see her face when she felt him bury it into her, fill her to the point of no return, lock in her cunt and stuff her till she could taste it.Till he leaked out of her and stuffed it back inside her with his fingers.
"Elliot, please."Her raspy voice made him shiver.
"Whatever my girl wants," he grunted, slipping back from her warmth.Lining his cock up with her puffy, abused cunt, he plunged himself into her again.She punched the chair, her legs kicking around him.He stilled, waiting to see her settle again.When she sighed dreamily, he slipped back and did it again.Her warmth engulfed him.Bucking back and forth, he watched Cassie writhe beneath him.Even cramped in the car, horns in the way and shins scraping against the metal, he couldn't help but gaze at her."That's my girl," he breathed, "take my cock, fuck, you look so good."
She reached for him, clawing through his fur.Back arched, head pressing into the edge of the cushion.He jostled her, rushing into her more.His balls tightened, his knot hardened, he was surprised he didn't cum in his pants when she kissed him.Elliot was the king of stamina, but he was ready to break apart and fill her full of his desire.He had to slow down.Taking it painfully slow, he rocked back before slamming down into her.Ass muscles clenched to the point of cramping, he did his best to keep it together.
Until she whimpered, "Elliot please, I need you."
And he was too weak to deny her.Elliot spread his legs, tail whipping behind him.Bruising his fingers against her sides, he thrust into her with abandon.Stars and the divine look on her face filled the space behind his eyelids as he chased his orgasm.Bucking faster, harder, sharper, until his insides jolted, Elliot gasped.Dizzy wasn't a good enough description.He swirled in the kitchen sink that was his skull, spinning down the drain as he spilled into her.Rope after hot, thick rope of cum, he pumped into her with shaky hips.He saw the excess of his desire soak into the fabric as he slowly set her back down against the seat.
Elliot focused his eyes, realizing at some point they'd clenched shut, and was struck in stone.Cassie was tangled around him, struggling to prop herself up off the seat, fingers clawing into the head rest of the seats.A light layer of sweat coated every inch of her.They both, in unison, glanced down to their hips joined together.Elliot spared a hand to his knot, rubbing it tenderly.His cock pulsed, another rope of cum spilling from him.Globs of him seeped from her and dribbled down her ass.Sliding himself out of her was like lifting a weight off his chest.Relief, instant and minty, washed over him.That happened…they happened…this wasn't a dream.He couldn't believe that…
"Elliot?"she breathed.
"Sorry, uh, just, after orgasm haze," he sheepishly chuckled, scrambling to move.He would remember how gorgeous she looked spread before him for the rest of his days.Legs pinched against the seats, sweaty, panting for air, curls wild, dripping with him, and looking up at him with warmth.He grabbed the sweater and dabbed as much of the spill as he could.
"Elliot," she giggled, trying to stop him, "Elliot."
Elliot glanced up, freezing as she wiggled across the seat, reaching up above his head.She untucked his horns from her ruined headliner.He chuckled, blushing hard under his fur.Then, she grabbed his sweatpants and tucked his drooping cock into his boxers.He let out a sigh of relief, "I, uh, hope that I didn't rush into that too fast."
"It was perfect."
Oh, oh boy.He scrambled to untuck her pants and underwear.As much as he enjoyed her bare and open to him, they were in the parking lot.Her car was still broken.And he owed her a much less horn dog apology.Elliot helped her into her pants, holding them while she jumped into them.Elliot scooped her up and sat her on her truck while he grabbed her sneakers.Breathe, cool down, get it together.He let out a shaky breath."Cassie, I'm…I am sorry, about earlier.I knew that ignoring you was a sore spot, and I shouldn't have done that to you."
She gave him a sweet look, her lips curled slightly with softened eyebrows."I forgive you.I'm sorry for snapping."
He slipped her first sneaker onto her foot."No worries, I knew you were feisty when I met you."
