I arched back, gasping the cool night air into my overheated body. I hadn’t even noticed how cold it was until his heat consumed me, setting me ablaze and leaving trails of smoke with each whimpering exhale.

My hands fumbled at his waist, tearing at his pants. Now that I’d accepted my fate, I couldn’t move fast enough to get it. With deft fingers, he unfastened my pants first, whipping me around to face the car before I could finish with his.

I braced myself against the metal, absorbing the chill into my scorched skin. One of his hands worked to shove down my pants while the other finished unfastening his. In seconds, his heated length pressed against my bare ass. I moaned in anticipation.

“Need to taste your pussy,” he breathed against my ear.

“No,” I gasped. I needed him now. I needed him to fuck me now. With my eye on the prize, I pressed back against him, wedging his length between my thighs, and taunted the ego that got us there in the first place. “Or do you need help to get me going because that cock you promised isn’t actually good enough to get me o—”

The sharp bite of pain between my legs cut my words off into a cry. One hand clamped around my hip while the other slapped over my mouth as he forced himself past any resistance.

His heavy pants caressed my cheek, shifting to a grunt once his hips pressed tight to my ass. “Fuck. Fuck,” he huffed. “So goddamn bossy.”

He slid back barely an inch before shoving back in. Another sharp edge of pain. Sinking into his grip, I closed my eyes and let the sting bloom to an ache for more.

Out and in.

Again and again.

Pulling back further each time until the slap of his skin against mine echoed into the starry sky. Cum leaked between my thighs, but still, each thrust stung with the way he stretched me. I rested into his grip, closing my eyes, searching for the orgasm I desperately needed.

The hand on my hip shifted up my stomach and around my breast. I barely felt the comforting touch until knives of pain shot from my nipple to my pussy.

“Focus,” he commanded. “Focus on the way my cock forces its way into your tight little cunt.”

I whimpered. The string between my nipples and core pulled tighter, his words twisting the chord connecting it all. Another savage pinch around my tip ripped a cry from my lungs.

“I don’t need a bed to fuck you, and I don’t need anything other than my cock to make you come. I just needed to know if your cunt was sweeter than your attitude, and I wanted a hotel so I could pull my hand off your mouth and listen to your desperate cries of pleasure.”