You were still buzzing from the party when Billy Hargrove’s Camaro screeched to a stop beside you on the dark road. “Get in,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel. You slid into the passenger seat without thinking twice. The car smelled like leather, smoke, and his cologne. Billy didn’t wait for small talk. His hand landed on your thigh the second the door shut, fingers digging in hard. “Been watching you all night. That skirt’s been driving me fucking crazy.”
He drove fast, one hand on the wheel, the other sliding higher until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties. “Already wet for me?” he muttered, pushing the fabric aside and shoving two fingers straight into your pussy. You gasped, hips jerking. Billy laughed, low and dirty. “Yeah, you are. Tight little cunt’s sucking my fingers like it needs cock.”
He pulled the Camaro onto a dirt road and killed the engine. In seconds he had you dragged into the backseat. The space was tight, windows fogging fast. Billy yanked your skirt up and ripped your panties down your legs, tossing them aside. “Spread those legs,” he ordered. You did. He shoved his face between your thighs and licked straight up your slit, tongue rough and fast.
No teasing. He sucked your clit hard, two fingers pumping into you again, curling to hit that spot that made your thighs shake.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against your skin. “Gonna make you come on my tongue before I fuck you stupid.” He worked you fast and filthy, fingers and mouth together until your back arched off the seat and you came with a sharp cry, pussy clenching around his fingers.
Billy didn’t give you time to catch your breath. He sat up, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his thick cock, already leaking. “Suck it,” he said, gripping the back of your head. You opened your mouth and he pushed in deep, hitting the back of your throat on the first thrust. He fucked your mouth rough, hips snapping, one hand holding your hair tight. “That’s it. Take it all. Good fucking girl.”
When he was slick and throbbing he pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up. He lined up and slammed into your pussy in one hard stroke. You moaned loud. Billy grunted, gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck, you’re tight. This cunt was made for my cock.” He started pounding, the car rocking with every thrust. Skin slapped skin. He reached under you and rubbed your clit in fast circles, making you push back against him.
“Harder,” you begged. Billy laughed, mean and hot. “You asked for it.” He slammed deeper, changing the angle so every thrust dragged over that perfect spot inside you. Sweat dripped down his chest onto your back. He leaned over, teeth on your shoulder, biting just enough to sting. “Gonna fill this pussy up. You want my cum?”
You nodded, voice gone. Billy fucked you faster, grunting filthy praise. “Such a dirty slut for Billy Hargrove. Taking it so good.” Your second orgasm hit sudden and sharp, walls fluttering around his cock. He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and came deep inside you, hot pulses filling you up.
He stayed there for a minute, breathing hard, cock still twitching. Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down your thigh. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He helped you clean up with his shirt, surprisingly gentle for a second, then pulled you against his chest in the cramped backseat.
“Next time I see you at a party,” he said, voice still rough, “you’re leaving with me again. Got it?” You nodded, already wanting more. Billy smirked, lit a cigarette, and started the car. The ride home was quiet, his hand resting possessive on your thigh the whole way.
