Page 3 of Carjacked

As she walks toward the office, I let my eyes trail her, lost in the curve of her hips and the sway of her ass. The tightness in my jeans becomes unbearable, an acute reminder of the years I’ve spent deprived of such a sight.

I shift in my seat, my hand dropping to my lap. Slipping it beneath the waistband of my jeans, my fingers trace the outline of my hard dick. The pressure of the fabric against my piercings sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, intensifying the throbbing ache that’s been torturing me for the past few hours. As I watch her move further away, the cold metal of the prince Albert piercing rubbing against the rough denim fabric heightens my pleasure.

My breaths turn ragged as the imagined fantasy in my mind grows vivid.

The thrill of being the predator, stalking my prey makes me harder than nails. Unable to contain myself any longer, I unbutton my jeans, my hand delving into my briefs. The moment my fingers wrap around my cock, a low moan escapes my lips.

I stroke myself, slowly at first, lost in the mix of relief and anticipation.

Each touch sends a sharp, tantalizing sensation through the piercings, rubbing the cold metal with each stroke.

As I sit alone in her car, my mind wanders into the dark corners of my psyche, painting vivid fantasies of her. I imagine her pinned beneath me, those beautiful eyes wide with fear and something akin to desire. Even while she screams at me to stop, her pussy is dripping wet and hungry for my dick.

As I stroke myself, each tug brings me closer to the edge. My mind fills with images of her curves, fear, and defiance. And it’s the thought of her that fuels my desire.

And then the sound of the car door opening jolts me back to reality, my hand freezing in its rhythm. In the dim glow of the dashboard lights, her face whitens as her eyes flick to my hard cock.

She gasps, a strangled sound trapped between surprise and fear.

“Get in,” I demand.

She does as she’s told, sitting behind the wheel.

A smirk creeps onto my face as I take in her reaction. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” I shoot her a heated glance, my voice dripping with raw desire. “Don’t act so innocent. I can see that glint in your eyes. It’s not just fear, is it? You’re curious. You’re intrigued.”

Her voice is shaky. “You’re insane.” Even as she tells me that, I can see the lie in her eyes. And as she glances down at my cock again, her thighs clench together.

My dirty starlight.

That’s what she is.

The light to my dark.

The balm to my wounds.

“Do you mind if I finish?” I ask her, my voice strained with pent-up desire. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had suchexquisite inspiration for my fantasies.” I allow my eyes to rove over her, devouring her with them.

I watch as she swallows hard.

Her cheeks are red as she watches me stroke my cock, unashamedly enjoying the show I’m giving her. And then I notice her thighs start to move.

Dirty girl.

My voice drops to a husky whisper as I share the dark desires flooding my mind. “You know, I’ve got this fantasy.” I gaze down at my stiff cock, then let my eyes slowly travel back to her flushed face. “I see you beneath me, screaming. Begging. Telling me to stop.” A wicked grin splits my face at her wide-eyed look. “Your pleas would only encourage me to fuck you harder. I’d love to feel your soft, tight body writhing beneath me while I fill you with my cock.” The words hang heavy between us, both a threat and a promise.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper red, and I can see the conflicting emotions dancing in her eyes. Fear and curiosity. Denial and intrigue. I watch her, the smirk never leaving my face.

My body tenses, a low growl rumbling from my chest as I release all over her dashboard, coating it in cum. My chest heaves as I ride out the waves of pleasure, my eyes fixed on hers. And she licks her lips, looking like she wouldn’t mind tasting my cum.

“Would you like to clean my dick, baby?”

She shakes her head, nostrils flaring. “No thanks.”

I ignore her and grab the back of her head, forcing her lips to my dick. “Suck it clean.”

I’m not a good person. Hell, I’m the worst possible man she could have met tonight.

The girl, whose name I’ve yet to learn, opens her lips and sucks on it with more eagerness than I expect. A soft, throaty moan comes from her as she tastes me.

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