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He presses the tip of his finger inside me.
He pulls it out and I moan, wanting it back.
Jake smirks, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He looks the window behind me, watching a car pass us by as he pulls it up over his head.
My mouth waters and I follow him, taking off my shirt until I am only left with my lacey black bra. I reach behind me to snap it off, but Jake stops me with his hand on my wrist.
His eyes are on my chest and he shakes his head, “Leave it on.”
I do, not questioning him as I lower my hands to the seat. He reaches for me, lowering my bra enough so that my nipples peak out, and they sit on top of the cups.
Jake groans in his throat, his thumb rubbing over the peaks of nipples.
I hiss, arching my back to get more of his touch, my skin breaking out into waves of
goosebumps.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
“Alina,” I whisper all too fast.
His eyes to go to mine, and they soften just a tad. “Alina.”
I exhale, my stomach coiling again, my pussy getting wetter.
He moves his finger between my lips and pushes it back inside me, this time deeper. My breath quickens and I tense but he presses a hand on my stomach.
“Relax, Alina.”
I feel myself flutter around his finger and he leans toward me, kissing me as he presses his finger in deeper. My hips shoot of the seat, but he forces me back down.
He dips his finger in and out and I get used to it, my breathing calming, but that ache in my stomach increases again. He pulls away from my lips, keeping one between his teeth.
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He locks his eyes on mine and introduces a second finger inside me. I grip his biceps and cry out when I feel the sting. I stretch out further.
Jake moans, “You’re so tight, baby.”
I nod and he continues to work me, stretching me until his two fingers only slightly burn. When he can comfortably move them both, he pulls them out completely. He keeps his eyes on me, but reaches into the center console, pulling out a condom.
My heart drops into my stomach as I watch him tear it open with his teeth. “Do you have
to wear it?”
His eyes widen and he looks back down at my pussy. “Yes.”
I groan. “Really?”
He runs a hand down his face. “I won’t be able to pull out.”
That’s kind of the point. “It’s okay.”
He begins to shake his head but I take the condom from his hand and let it fall the
ground.
“I want to feel it all.”
He throws his head back and groans again.
“I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”
He brings his head back to me and kisses me, hard and deep, his hand on the back of my neck. My hands go to him, and I explore every inch of his chest and his abs, every muscle and every inch of skin.
I hang onto his jeans, pushing them down his thighs until they’re low enough for him to move. The moment I can, I wrap my hand around him, feeling his girth.
It scares me, it’s way thicker than his two fingers but somehow that only sets my stomach on fire.
“Fuck,” He mutters, thrusting into my hand.
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I tighten my hand around him.
“Can you spread your legs more, baby?”
I want to please him so I do, I stretch them more than I thought I was capable of. He moves back slightly, watching me as he grips the back of the front seat with one hand and my hip with the other.
He lifts his eyes to mine. “This is going to hurt, but just at the beginning.”
