Page 35 of Goose

He must have noticed my lack of attention toward what we were doing.

His hips slammed against my ass. My head came crashing against the windshield. I felt his cock in my chest.

“Something in there you’re worried about?” He cupped my boobs with his massive hands. “You’ll be back in there as soon as I pump your tight little pussy full of cum.”

I was a sucker for dirty talk. My eyes fluttered, and then fell closed.

Do it.

“Do it.” I clenched my jaw and braced my hands against the windshield.

His fingers sank into the flesh of my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Pulling against them, he forced me to lean forward, giving him more room to work his dick magic.

I wanted to say something smart-assed to rile his temper and get him to fuck me like he was mad at me, which was basically what he’d been doing since we started. I liked being fucked hard when I was in the mood.

I was in the mood.

I recalled the author’s instructions in the book I was reading. Lure with a question that invites the reaction you’re hoping for.

“I like being fucked hard,” I admitted, my tone soft and pleasant. “You can get ahold of my hair if you want, just—”

Before I finished the thought, he had a fistful of my hair. He pulled against, it, forcing me to arch my back.

With one of my boobs being assaulted by his hand, and his hair-filled fist against the back of my head, he fucked me like I would have expected a biker to fuck me.

The sound of bare skin slapping bare skin filled the gaps between the sound of our erotic grunts.

Every few strokes, the tip of his cock would grind against my g-spot, nearly sending me to the moon with pleasure. Hoping to find the perfect angle for repeated pleasure, I arched my back. He cinched his grip on my hair, pulling my shoulders closer to his chest.

The tip of his dick tapped my g-spot.

Then, it happened again. Our positioning was perfect.

“Pinch my nipple,” I said through my teeth, my demand near frantic. “Pinch it, pinch it, pinch it…”

He complied. The sensation of being pricked by pins and needles ran through me. From my nipples to my nether region, it stripped me of any civility as it traveled through me.

Until that moment, he had been fucking me.

Overcome by desire, and inches from climactic bliss, my carnal instinct took over.

I bucked wildly, taking the entire length of his shaft with each gyration of my hips. As my ass slapped against his thighs, the soft skin of the tip of his dick pushed against the sensitive flesh of my g-spot.

“Fuck yes, you sexy little motherfucker,” he said under his breath. “Fuck me.”

I found my rhythm and did as he asked. He released my hair and clawed to find a bare breast. His swollen cock filled me. His breath warmed my neck. His hands kneaded my flesh. His fingers pinched my nipples. The combined sensations became intoxicating.

My vaginal walls clenched.

I closed my eyes.

My pace slowed.

As my pussy tightened around his shaft, I rode his cock in perfect timing, slowly milking the length of his shaft from tip to base with each stroke.

His girth swelled.

“Give it to me,” I pleaded. “Please.”