You were barely through the door of his car before Steve’s hands were on you. “Get in the back,” he growled, voice already rough. You climbed over the seat and he followed, door slamming shut, the whole car rocking. No slow build, no sweet talk. He shoved your skirt up around your waist and yanked your panties aside.
“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he muttered, two fingers pushing straight into your cunt. He pumped them hard, knuckles deep, thumb grinding your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider on the leather. Steve pulled his fingers out, sucked them clean, then unzipped and freed his cock. Thick, flushed, already leaking. He lined up and drove in with one rough thrust.
You cried out. He didn’t give you time to adjust. Steve fucked you like he’d been waiting all night, hips snapping, balls slapping your ass. The car windows fogged fast. His hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, just holding you down while he pounded. “Take it,” he grunted. “Fucking take that cock.”
You clawed at his back through his shirt. Every thrust hit deep, stretching you, the wet sound of your pussy loud in the small space. Steve changed angles and you saw stars. “Right there,” you begged.
“Don’t stop.” He didn’t. He fucked harder, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest. When he reached down and rubbed your clit in tight circles you came hard, cunt clenching around him, thighs shaking.
Steve pulled out before he finished, flipped you onto your stomach, and shoved back in from behind. One hand fisted your hair, the other smacked your ass. “Gonna fill you up,” he panted. “Want it?” You pushed back onto him, moaning yes. He came with a low groan, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding you. He stayed buried deep, grinding through the aftershocks until you both went still.
Breathing heavy, he kissed the back of your neck once, almost gentle, then pulled out. Cum leaked down your thigh. Steve wiped it with his fingers and pushed it back inside you. “Not done with you yet,” he said, already getting hard again. “Turn over.”
