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So I do. I use my tongue, circling and licking, as I bob my head up and down. My hand closes around the base of his cock so I can pump him in time with my movements. The sticky stuff now trickling from the corner of my mouth tells me he loves this—that he’s getting close.
But Jonah growls, “Dammit, hold still. Now. ”
I go motionless. His other hand grabs my hair too, and he pushes my head down, forcing himself so deep inside my throat that I gag.
He laughs slightly. “Yeah. That’s it. Now you’re giving me something. ”
Jonah takes control. His hands guide me, sometimes pushing no more than the head of his cock into my mouth, where I suck as best I can—then shoving me down again, making me deep-throat him.
“I like it when you start to choke,” he whispers. “Your throat gets tight. Makes me think about how tight your cunt must be. ”
I whimper, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth.
“Are you that tight inside? Huh?” Jonah jerks my head up and looks into my eyes as I cough and wipe my lips with the back of my hand. “Are you?”
My voice has gone hoarse. “Please—I’m already—you said this was what you wanted—”
“Never said it was all I wanted. Don’t you want to be nice to me? Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are that I’m going to fix your car and send you home? Or do you want me to leave you here? That’s right. I knew you didn’t. ” Jonah’s hand palms my breast through the thin red cotton of my sundress. His thumb circles the hard point of my nipple, and he grins. “Now take off those panties. ”
With trembling hands I reach beneath my skirt to wriggle out of my underwear. Jonah’s hands circle me—not for an embrace, but to unzip the top few inches of my dress in the back. After I let the panties fall to the floor of the car, Jonah peels down the top of my sundress, exposing my breasts completely. He takes them in both hands and squeezes hard enough to take me to the edge of pain. When I pull back, his smile turns cruel.
“You can take more than that, can’t you? I bet you can. ” He pushes me down until I’m lying on my back. The sedan is so wide that I can almost stretch the full length of it. “Now get those legs open. ”
“Please—”
“Do it!” The edge in his voice is meant to frighten. To terrify. The unspoken words are or else.
I let my left leg fall to the side, parting my thighs. Jonah angles himself between my legs as he pushes my right knee up so far it’s almost against my chest.
Jonah takes a condom from the pocket of his cargos, which have almost fallen off his hips; his cock juts out like a knife. “See how nice I am to you?” he whispers as he slides the condom on. “I don’t have to use one of these. I could just fuck you without it. But I’m a nice guy. ”
My arm is braced against the back of the seat. I’m splayed wide and helpless. Jonah’s so large, so strong, that I couldn’t push him off me if I tried.
“Aren’t you lucky?” Jonah says, and then I feel the hard pressure of his cock against my cunt.
I bite down on my bottom lip as he slides inside—inch by inch, until it burns. He stretches me out, opens me wide.
“That’s it,” he whispers as he sinks the rest of the way in. “Just like that. ” Then he thrusts harder, filling me completely, and I cry out. He smiles at the sound and rocks his hips back so he can shove inside me again. I wish I could watch his cock going inside me, but I can’t. The crumpled red folds of my sundress are in the way. I can’t see; all I can do is feel.
Jonah keeps going, deliberately and almost cruelly slow. The tempo quickens without ever actually becoming fast. Every time he pulls almost all the way out, then plunges in deep and hard. Each time I have to gasp for breath, caught between pleasure and pain, because I’m on fire for him—reeling on the edge of orgasm, but he won’t thrust fast enough for me to come. He’s making this last longer, because he wants to revel in his power over me. Jonah wants to show me how helpless I am. Whatever he gives me, I have to take.
He lowers himself over me more each time, until we’re so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. His tongue laps at my nipple, and then he opens his mouth to suck at me. It only lasts a moment, but that’s long enough to send a surge of pleasure ricocheting through me, brain to breasts to cunt.
I’m close. I’m so close.
“I can do this all night,” Jonah pants. Again he thrusts, so hard I clutch at the car seat, my fingernails digging into the leather. “We can go slow and hard like this until you can’t even walk. Or do you want me to fuck you faster and harder so I’ll fix your car and let you go home? Which one?”