The fingers in my hair pull my head back and then tug me upward to my feet.
Zoe’s hands are frantic as she unzips my coveralls the rest of the way while pushing the material down my arms until they’re hanging from my hips. When she shoves her hand down the front to find my cock, I grab the sides of her face to pull her mouth to mine, plunging my tongue past her lips, no longer caring if I get her dirty. We’re past that point now. Before the night is over, she’ll be filthy from head to fucking toe.
Unlike most women, Zoe’s not gentle with my shaft. She gives my girth a hard squeeze and strokes it in her tight fist. It’s some much-needed relief but not nearly enough.
“Fuck,” I moan, breaking our kiss when she jerks me off so good that my cock weeps. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“A few times,” she answers, which is a relief but also a disappointment.
“Who the hell with?” I find myself asking aloud, going through the list of guys she’s dated before shaking my head. “Forget it. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in prison for murder.”
“Wow,” Zoe says, her green eyes widening. “Now I know the secret to getting you to talk to me—put my hand on your dick.” She glances down at my swollen cock with her fingers locked around it and then back up at my face. “Wonder what would happen if I put my mouth on it?”
“Fuuuck,” I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut to let that image sink in.
“Winston?” Zoe asks.
“Yeah?” I choke out the word and look down at her when she starts rubbing my cockhead over her wet pussy lips.
“Will you fuck me but, um, finish in my mouth?”
She licks her thick sexy lips as if I need any motivation to accept that offer.
Reaching around, I grab her ass, lifting her up with a cheek in each hand to get us over to the nearest, mostly clean, hard surface, which happens to be the trunk of the Camaro I was working on. Before Zoe is flat on her back, I’m thrusting balls deep inside of her. She cries out and winces, like it hurts to take all of my cock in her tight cunt. And I’m a sick fuck because I like the sound of her pain. Not a lot, just enough to pay her back for the years of pain she’s caused me—the hours of blue balls whenever I had to be around her until I could finally give myself some relief or find it in another, nameless, faceless woman’s body. I’ve been hurting so bad for her, so it’s only fair she hurts for me too.
I’m not a complete sadist, at least not yet, so I plant my palms on either side of her head and hold still, letting Zoe’s pussy stretch for me. It’s hot and wet and so perfect, even better than I dreamed.
“You sure you’re not a virgin?” I ask when she finally blinks her eyes open. “Your pussy’s awfully tight.”
“You’re…awfully…big,” she responds with a small grin.
“Just wait until I’m fucking this mouth of yours,” I warn her as I rub my stained thumb over her bottom lip and then shove it inside. “Show me how good you’re going to suck me.”
Zoe’s cheeks hollow as she licks and sucks my thumb so hard my eyes roll back in my head and my dick twitches, eager to get his turn.
“Good girl.” I pull my thumb free and then slip it between our bodies, right on her swollen clit. As soon as I give it a few strokes, I can feel Zoe’s body relax around my cock as her eyelids grow heavy. “You ready now?” I ask her as I remove my thumb.
“Yes,” she answers with a sigh as she throws her arms above her head, looking like a goddamn pinup girl begging to get fucked dirty.
Pushing myself up off of her, I grip either side of her hips to pull back and then slam inside her again and again.
Zoe’s eyes close and her lips part on a wordless scream as I move inside of her faster, harder, with each and every thrust, taking years of sexual frustration out on her delicious body.
Just when I think I can’t last any longer, Zoe’s back arches up off the hood and then her hands are flailing, looking for something to hold on to, before they land on her tits. She clutches them as her cunt squeezes my dick.
Gritting my teeth, I enjoy every second of her body trying its best to milk me for as long as I can before I finally make myself pull out and take a step back before I wait too long.
Zoe’s thighs fall open and she whimpers at the loss.
“Shove your fingers in your cunt and get on your knees,” I growl at her because it’s not like I wanted to pull out before she finished coming. If I had my way, I would’ve shot my load inside her pussy and let her clenching walls suck me dry.
Zoe melts wordlessly down the bumper of the car until she’s kneeling with her mouth open wide in front of me, her fingers pumping inside of her. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, looking so eager and horny for me to fuck her beautiful face.
Grabbing the back of her head with one hand, I fist the base of my cock in the other and feed it past her lips until the underside is stroking her tongue.
“Fuck!” I shout up to the ceiling at how good she feels. I can’t decide which I like fucking better—her mouth or pussy. When Zoe’s moan vibrates up my shaft, oral takes the top spot. Slowly, I push deeper, forcing her to take more until the back of her head hits the car and I have her trapped. That’s when I start slow, shallow thrusts, stopping only when she gags before pulling back and doing it again and again.
Rather than try to push me away, Zoe grabs the backs of my thighs and pulls me closer.
“Goddammit, Zoe!” I exclaim. “You’re too fucking good at this. I want to cut off every dick that’s been in your sexy mouth and thank them at the same time.”
Her head bobs faster and faster without my prompting until my balls are pulled up so tight to my body they may explode if I don’t come soon. At the same time, it’s so good I don’t want it to ever end.
The decision is made for me when Zoe lets go of my backside to lower one of her hands between her legs again. I watch the ecstasy overcome her face as she rides her fingers and then I’m falling headfirst into my own pleasure. My entire body shudders so hard I nearly stumble before catching myself on the trunk of the car. Jets of cum coat Zoe’s throat as she drinks me down until I pull out of her mouth, sated but wanting to do it all over again.
She blinks her emerald eyes up at me, wanting me to say something now that it’s over, needing my approval, waiting for my next set of directions.
“You want to go back to my place?” Fuck, I don’t know where the hell that question came from. All I know is that I want to take her to my bed tonight.
“Yes.”
“You would do anything I asked you to do, wouldn’t you, Zo?” I ask when I swipe my thumb over her glistening lips.
“Yes,” she answers softly.
The most fucked up thing is that I would do anything for her too because, well…because I fucking love her.
I love her so damn much I know I’m going to have to let her go tomorrow despite how badly I wish she would stay with me.
Chapter Three
Zoe
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Being with Winston is just as rough and amazing as I expected it to be.