Chapter 57: Codename: Aconite Chapter Seven

“Move your hand,” he orders so dominantly it makes my insides quiver.

I move my hand and place both hands on the back of his headrest. With his eyes on mine, he adjusts his hands a little lower, lifting me a little as he spreads my pussy, opening me wide for him. I feel the head of his cock tease my entrance making my insides slick with anticipation, and without another second to waste, he pulls me down hard on his cock as he thrusts up inside me hitting my cervix so hard I cry out and see black spots dancing in my vision. My nails dig into the headrest as my pussy clenches around his cock, instantly craving more.

“Only woman I know who loves it this fucking deep,” he says as he withdraws and thrusts up inside me so hard my head hits the roof, and I don’t fucking care. I cry out again feeling an intense wave of pleasure rock my body and all I can think about is having more of him.

One of his hands wraps tightly around my neck while the other fists my hair, and I force my eyes open to meet his. The dominance, the desire, the heat. Fuck I’ve missed this.

“Show me how much you’ve missed my cock,” he orders as he bites and tugs my bottom lip into his mouth.

I mewl against his lips and with one hand fisting his head rest, and another braced against the door handle I begin bouncing up and down on his cock. My need far outweighs any desire I may have had to take this slow, and instead, I bounce on his cock hard and fast, feeling his thick, firm tip hitting the back of my pussy over and over again while the rim brushes against my G-spot driving me to the heights of pleasure. His carnal groan spurs me on as he looks down to watch my pussy devour his cock, his wet tongue skimming over his lips as hunger burns in his eyes.

“Fuck… how does your cock still feel this good?” I cry, bringing myself down on his cock harder and harder making him groan deeper every single time.

“Are you trying to fucking break me?” he growls, fisting my hair and yanking it back hard and forcefully, making me groan and giggle in pleasure.

I bite down on my bottom lip, “Too rough for you?” I tease.

I see the challenge accepted in his eyes. He releases his hand from my throat and yanks the front lacing of my top harshly, freeing my breasts to his hungry eyes. He tightens his grip on my hair, takes a firm grip of my hip and begins thrusting up into me fast with a relentless force that I can only surrender to. Cries of desire from the pleasure that is spreading through my body like fire, fill the car as the windows fog over hiding us from prying eyes. I grasp his shoulder, digging my nails into him and take in the sounds of his laboured breaths and guttural groans.

“That rough enough for you?” he grits out, “Fuck you feel good wrapped around my cock!” he cries. “Oh, fuck, Dasha.”

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, don’t stop,” I manage to say breathlessly as his cocks thrusts into me as if seeking to split me in two.

“Let me feel you come around my cock.”

My entire body becomes flushed with heat as that knot builds inside me. My mind starts to go numb, and I can barely catch my breath. I claw at the ceiling unable to escape the assault his cock is declaring on my pussy, his hand in my hair and on my hip locking me in place, forcing me to take his exquisite abuse. I can barely take it, but I want to. I want him to fuck me so hard I can’t even remember my own name. I want his cock to pound me until I beg for him to stop, but even then I pray he never does.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I say as my face contorts; every muscle in my body building with tension so explosive it could be a lethal weapon. Just as I feel I can’t take it anymore, my body detonates, “OH FUU…UUCK!” I scream brokenly, my brain and mouth no longer in sync as my orgasm explodes through my body making me quiver as my pussy clenches around his cock while he continues to thrust through my orgasm.

An animalistic growl escapes him as he feels me tighten around him. “Fuck I love feeling you come!” he groans, pulling me close and crashing his lips on mine, his tongue invading my mouth with a dominating force that my delirious mind can barely comprehend, and yet my mouth responds on instinct. My tongue dances against his as his cock continues its perfect pace inside me.

“I want you to come in my ass,” I pant against his lips.

He stops his onslaught and pulls back to look at me. His hands cup my face brushing my hair behind my ears as he looks into my eyes, his chest rising and falling as we both pant,  sweat patches dampening his shirt as I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my back.

“You really are the whole package,” he says reverently, pressing his lips against mine in a consuming kiss that makes me throb for him once more.

I hold his face in my hands returning his kiss eagerly, lifting myself until he slides out of me, and though I instinctively want to whimper at the loss, my pussy only becomes more soaked as I think of what awaits me. I reach down and position the tip of his cock at the entrance to my ass and ever so slowly I ease myself down on him. I gasp as the feeling of fullness takes me over just as he throws his head back and lets out a deep moan that makes me shiver.

“Dasha… you’re going to be the death of me,” he says breathlessly.

“Then I promise to make your death exquisite,” I say seductively, wrapping my arms around his neck as I slowly work myself up and down on his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he groans as his eyes roll back.

I slowly kiss and nip down his neck as I ride his cock, and the more my ass adjusts the faster I begin to move. His hands capture my breasts, and I look down as he squeezes them together firmly, pointing my nipples next to each other as he takes them in his mouth.

“Mmmm work your tongue, baby,” I moan as I slide my fingers into his hair.

He sucks on my nipples as his tongue flicks them fast, the pleasure making my body tingle. I quicken my pace, riding his cock hard and fast as my moans of ecstasy fill the car while his own moans reverberate around my nipples sending tingles to my pussy. I fist his hair letting my nails scratch his scalp as I work my ass on his cock, feeling him fill and stretch me again and again.

He squeezes my breasts harder and I, in turn, grip his hair harder, but quickly he’s letting my breasts go and firmly grabbing my ass holding me in place as he begins to pound my ass, his thrusts becoming sloppy as the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the confined space and before I can feel another orgasm begin to build, he thrusts into my ass hard as he pulls me down on him, burying his cock deep inside me as he lets out a broken cry of pleasure as his warm cum fills my ass, forcing another deep moan from my lips.

He continues to hold me in place, his forehead pressed against my chest as I slowly relax against him, brushing my fingers through his hair. He lightly kisses my breasts and peppers soft kisses up my neck making my skin tingle until he finds my lips. His lips caress mine with a tenderness I’d almost forgotten he was capable of. I cup his face in my hands and return his kiss as his hands glide up my back holding me to him.

“I can’t get over how perfect you are,” he says reverently.

“I worry about your definition of perfect,” I chuckle breathlessly.

“I mean it,” he says, holding his hand to my cheek, “You are perfect in every way, and those cock suckers just can’t handle how amazing you are,” he says, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

I swallow the saliva building in my mouth as I look at the emotions filling his eyes, causing an unsettling feeling in my stomach. This isn’t meant to be anything serious. We made that abundantly clear. This is just sex with no strings attached. If Castor is developing feelings I need them to shrivel up and die like an unfed flower. I care for him very much, I always have and always will, but I don’t see a future for us, and I don’t want a future like that with him. It’s got nothing to do with his age. If I cared about his age, I wouldn’t fuck him at all. But I just don’t have romantic feelings for him.

“You should go back inside before my father comes looking for you,” I say as I slowly move off him and climb back into the driver’s seat. I look at myself in the rearview mirror, tie up my top, and fix my skirt.

I can hear the sounds of Castor doing up his pants and belt and smoothly getting out of the car. He moves to the driver’s side door and taps on the window. I wind down the window and look up at him as he leans in.

“You know you can accept my kind words without them meaning anything. I care for you Dasha, and I will always care for you. This thing we have doesn’t change that. You don’t have to run off every time I try to tell you I care about you.”

“I’m not running. We both have places to be. Castor, I care about you too, but you know it will never be more than this, right?” I ask, looking at him carefully.

For just a moment I see disappointment in his eyes, but it quickly disappears. He smooths his hair back and stands up straight.

“Sweetheart, with the way you fuck there’s not enough brain power left for me to even consider anything more,” he chuckles. It’s a good act, but I’ve known him all my life and I’m not buying it.

“Should I worry about my father’s safety?” I smirk, choosing to go along with the charade for the sake of comfort.

He looks at me with hard eyes, “I would give my life for your father. I would never let harm come to him,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I smile at him, “I’m glad. For what it’s worth Castor, I definitely missed you.”

He relaxes and graces me with a soft smile, “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as I start the car and proceed to drive away getting myself as far from this sticky situation as I possibly can.