"No, oh, God!" I cried out when he began again, using his legs to push into me at an angle, aiming his cock toward the stars and seeking my center. He was growling and moaning, lifting my hips off the hood of the car with every thrust, jarring my teeth. His fingers slipped between my legs, searching out my clit and rubbing, bringing me closer to that edge.

"Please, no," I begged, my body taking over, forcing me to sail toward a pulsing release which coiled, waiting to spring, between my legs. He was teasing it out, bit by bit, fucking me so hard I couldn't catch my breath. I reached a point of no-return, my ass clenching, my thighs trembling, my slick body twisting against the hood of the car.

I groaned, feeling the first tremors moving through me, an exquisite pulse between my thighs, gripping and releasing his cock with every flutter. He held me, never stopping, giving me more and more, taking me deeper, forcing every last quiver and moan from my body.

Only then did he slide his cock out of me, pulling me down to my knees on the dirt, and forcing the slick length of his flesh down my throat.

"Swallow," he growled, sending the first hot blast against my soft palate, following that with another jet of white hot fluid, and then another, filling my mouth, forcing me to swallow the copious amounts of cum spurting over my tongue. He groaned, grabbing my hair and jerking against me with every thick burst as he erupted into my throat.

Spent, he pulled himself from my mouth, and I watched as he zipped himself up, tucking, straightening. I was shaking, looking up at him, wondering what was next. Part of my brain was screaming at me to run, as far and as fast as I could, because he was never going to let me leave.