I don’t know what it was about him, but the moment we met, i knew things were gonna get dirty. we’d been chatting on tinder, and when he picked me up for our “casual hangout,” the tension was insane. the way he looked at me, his voice low and smooth, made me feel things i couldn’t ignore.

we were supposed to grab food and chill, but all i could think about was how badly i wanted him to pull over and fuck me right there. after some flirting and teasing on my part (okay, maybe i was being a little obvious), he finally got the hint.

we ended up parked in this quiet spot, and the second the engine stopped, his hands were on me. he pulled me into his lap, kissing me hard, his fingers gripping my hips like he couldn’t wait another second. i was already soaked, and when he slipped his hand under my skirt, i moaned into his mouth.

it wasn’t long before i was on my knees in the back seat, his cock in my mouth, and fuck, he tasted so good. i got him nice and wet, taking him as deep as i could, and the way he groaned made me feel like such a tease.

then he pushed me back onto the seat, spreading my legs and sliding inside me in one hard thrust. he was so big, it took my breath away. his hand wrapped around my throat as he fucked me harder, deeper, whispering how tight i was and how good i felt.

“you’re mine tonight,” he growled, his grip tightening as he slammed into me over and over. i couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop begging for more. when he finally came, he stayed buried inside me, filling me up until i was dripping.

we cleaned up, laughing about how reckless it was, but all i could think about was how badly i wanted to do it again. maybe next time we won’t even make it to the back seat.