“Want more?” he said, his voice low in my ear as his fingers pumped into me. My cock was leaking against the Bronco, pre-cum beading on the metal.

“More…fuck, give me more,” I snarled. I needed it now, right now. I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to fuss and simper about pain. I wanted to lose myself in hurt and agony until there was nothing else in my brain.

He moved us to the side and forced my head down until I was bent into the back of the Bronco. The tremble in his arm gave away how eager he was for this. A third finger pressed inside me, and I slammed my fist against the thin carpet hard enough to hurt.

“Do it,” I murmured. “Do it, do it, do it, fucking please —”

He sunk his fingers in past the knuckle, pumping them until my cock jumped and I was gasping through clenched teeth. My hands were knotted into fists when he withdrew his fingers from inside me and the head of his cock pressed against me instead.

He hunched over my back, tongue gliding along my spine. “You’ll call red if it’s too much,” he said, and I growled in frustration. He squeezed my neck in warning. “Promise me.”

“Fine, fuck, yes, I promise —”

He pressed inside me, stretching me with a slow stinging ache that had me groaning harshly. His grip on my neck steadied me, keeping me in place as I adjusted to him.

“Fuck, goddamn it…” I panted, my legs shaking as he drew his hips back and thrust forward again, slamming against me. The sensation overtook me, melting into every corner of my brain like sticky goo that drowned everything else in its path. No fear, no frustration. No swirling, chaotic thoughts.

Only pleasure. Only agony. Only us.

“Is this what you needed, pup?” The words were guttural. He spoke them with his mouth against my back, teeth grazing my skin as if he meant to plant the words in my flesh. “Is this what you fucking deserve?”

I tried to answer. But he spat in his palm and reached around me, gripping my cock and stroking me. His fingers moved over me with a twisting and pulling motion that had my eyes rolling back. My usual efforts at stoicism were abandoned; the groans he forced out of my mouth carelessly loud. I thrust my cock in his hand, my breath hitching.

“I deserve it…” My voice was ragged and my muscles grew taut as I plummeted past the point of no return. I couldn’t move other than to shake. I couldn’t force another word out of my mouth.