Chapter 3: Rising Action
The rain began to fall, a soft patter against the roof of the car, as if nature herself was trying to drown out the sounds of their pleasure. The streetlight cast a flickering glow through the tinted windows, casting long, dancing shadows across their entwined bodies. The air was thick with anticipation and the heady scent of arousal, a potent mixture that sent Ben's senses reeling.
Anna's mouth was a heaven sent torture, a dance of fire and ice that sent shivers down Ben's spine with every movement.
She began with slow, deliberate licks, her tongue tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his briefs, teasing and tantalizing him with every stroke. Ben groaned, his hands fisting in the upholstery, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back.
"Fuck, Anna," he breathed, his hips bucking upwards, seeking more of her touch. Anna's response was a wicked laugh, her mouth leaving his cock briefly before returning with a vengeance, her teeth grazing his skin and her hands pulling his briefs down to his ankles.
Ben gasped at the sudden exposure, the cool air hitting his wet, pulsating flesh making him shudder with anticipation.
"Fuck, Anna, that feels so fucking good," he moaned, his hands now fisting the seats as he didn't dare to touch her.
Anna chuckled, a vibration that sent shivers down Ben's spine. "You like that, don't you?" she purred, her voice muffled by his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she took him fully into her mouth.
Ben's head fell back against the seat as a low groan escaped his lips.
He could feel Anna's mouth working his length, her lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that was both torturous and divine. She took him deep, her nose pressing against his pelvis, before pulling back slowly, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she did. The sensations were overwhelming, and Ben found himself gripping the seat even tighter, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back.
"Fuck, Anna, fuck," he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to match her pace.
Her mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling and lashing against him, her throat taking him deep with each bob of her head. Ben could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. He was close, so fucking close, and he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Anna's mouth working him over.
Anna's hands gripped his thighs tighter, her fingers digging into his flesh as she picked up the pace, her head bobbing faster and faster. Ben's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
He could feel the tension building, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. "Fuck, Anna, fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking upwards, meeting her mouth with every thrust.
Anna's grip on his thighs tightened, her nails digging into his flesh as she matched his pace, her head bobbing faster and faster. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and encouragement, spurring him on.
Give it to me. Let go." Her words sent a shudder down Ben's spine, and he felt his control slipping away. He couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fuck, Anna, I'm going to come," he warned, his voice ragged with desire.
Anna's response was a wicked smile and a nod, her mouth never leaving him. She took him in deep one last time, her throat constricting around him, and that was all it took. Ben threw his head back, a primal groan escaping his lips as he came, his body convulsing with the force of his release.
He felt like he was being torn apart, his mind unable to process the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through his body. Anna didn't stop, her mouth continuing to work him until he was spent, his body limp and trembling.
She slowly pulled away, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she looked up at him. Ben was breathing heavily, his body still twitching with aftershocks, his eyes glazed over with sexual haze.
"Fuck, Anna..." he gasped, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "That was... that was..."
Anna chuckled, her fingers tracing patterns on his inner thigh. "I know, Ben.
It was incredible, wasn't it?" Anna whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr. She brought her fingers to his lips, slick with her essence, and gently pressed them against his mouth. "Taste me, Ben. Taste what you do to me." Ben's eyes widened in surprise, but he parted his lips and let her slip her fingers inside. The taste of her sent shivers down his spine, a heady mix of sweet and salty that was intoxicating and rejuvenating all at once. He felt a rush of energy, his body tingling with newfound vitality as he swallowed her juices.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he reveled in the sensation. "Fuck, Anna," he whispered, his voice raw with desire. "You taste amazing." Anna smiled, her fingers still caressing his lips.
"And now, Ben, let's see if we can't do that all over again." Ben's eyes widened in surprise, his body still recovering from the intensity of his orgasm. "But... I thought--" Anna cut him off with a wicked grin, her hand moving to his now flaccid cock. She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, and Ben felt a jolt of pleasure as he began to harden once again. He gasped, his body responding to her touch with astonishing speed. "Fuck, Anna, how do you--" he stuttered, his mind trying to process the sensation.
Anna pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I told you, Ben, I'm insatiable.
And you're so eager to please," Anna purred, her voice a low, sultry murmur that sent shivers down Ben's spine. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and amusement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I can feel it. You want more, don't you?"
Ben's breath hitched, his body already responding to her touch, his cock twitching to life in her mouth. He nodded, his voice lost to the throaty groan that escaped his lips.
Anna chuckled, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through Ben's body.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, her hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently. Ben gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck, Anna. You're driving me crazy." Anna looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that a bad thing?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She increased the pressure on his balls, rolling them in her hand, and Ben moaned, his body arching off the seat. Anna smiled, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin between his balls and his ass, her touch light and teasing. Ben shuddered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Anna, what are you doing to me?" he groaned. Anna's smile widened, her fingers moving to his perineum, applying gentle pressure. "I'm just exploring, Ben.
You have no idea how much I love to explore," Anna purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down Ben's spine. Her fingers continued their exploration, tracing patterns on his inner thighs, his balls, his taint. Ben squirmed, his body on fire with a mixture of desire and nervous anticipation. He had never felt anything like this before, never been touched like this, and he didn't know how much more he could take.
Anna's fingers found the tight pucker of his ass, and Ben tensed, his body instinctively clenching at the sudden invasion. "Shh, Ben.
Relax," Anna soothed, her voice a low murmur that sent shivers down his spine. She circled the tight muscle with her finger, applying gentle pressure but not penetrating. "Trust me, Ben. I want to make you feel things you've never felt before."
Ben's breath hitched, his body tensing and relaxing in rapid succession as he tried to process the mix of desire and apprehension coursing through him. His cock throbbed in response to her touch, betraying his body's eagerness despite his reservations.
Anna's finger continued to circle his hole, applying gentle pressure, coaxing him to relax. "I've never... done this before," Ben admitted, his voice a husky whisper. Anna's eyes darkened with lust and approval. And that makes it even more exciting. You're letting me show you something new, something amazing." Her voice was a low, seductive purr, sending shivers down Ben's spine. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "But you have to trust me, Ben. Can you do that?" Ben hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes, Anna.
I trust you," Ben whispered, his voice barely audible. Anna smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust and triumph. "Good boy," she purred, her finger still circling his hole. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Because I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll see stars."
Ben's breath hitched, his cock throbbing at her words. Anna chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "But first, I want to taste you here," she murmured, her finger pressing gently against his hole.
Ben gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily at the unexpected sensation. "Anna, I... I'm not sure I--" he stammered, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Shh, Ben, trust me," Anna soothed, her fingers still circling his entrance. "I promise, you'll enjoy it." She leaned down, her breath hot and tantalizing against his skin. Ben braced himself, his body tense with anticipation and apprehension.
Slowly, Anna's tongue replaced her finger, tracing the same delicate path around his hole.
Ben's breath hitched as he felt the wet, warm sensation, his body stiffening as if on instinct. But Anna's voice was soothing, her hands gentle as they stroked his thighs, coaxing him to relax. "Just breathe, Ben. It's okay," she murmured, her tongue working in slow, languid circles.
Ben tried to do as she said, focusing on the inhale and exhale of his breath as Anna's tongue continued its exploration. He felt the heat build between his legs, the sensation of her tongue against his most private place sending shivers up his spine.
Her touch was firm yet gentle, coaxing him to open up, to let her in. Anna's tongue teased his entrance, flicking gently before diving deeper, breaching the tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck!" Ben exclaimed, his body tensing and then relaxing as he gave in to the sensation. He felt a warmth spread through him, a rush of pleasure that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Anna's hands gripped his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh as she held him in place.
"That's it, Ben," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr.
"Relax and let me in."
Ben took a deep breath, his body on fire with a mix of desire and nervous anticipation. He could feel Anna's tongue probing deeper, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him. He felt his body begin to relax, his muscles unclenching as Anna continued to coax him with her tongue and soft words.
"You're doing so well, Ben," she whispered, her voice laced with approval and desire. "I can feel you opening up to me.
That's a good boy, Ben." Anna's voice was a sultry purr, her finger now joining her tongue in teasing and stretching him. Ben's breath hitched, his body trembling with a mix of pleasure and discomfort, but he willed himself to relax, to trust her. He felt a rush of wetness between his legs, his cock already at half-mast from the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
"Fuck, Anna," Ben gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as she pushed her finger deeper.
"You're...you're stretching me. Oh, fuck."
Anna hummed in approval, her finger slicking in and out of him with slow, deliberate thrusts. You're doing so well. Take my finger deep, baby. Show me how much you want this."
Ben was panting now, his body overwhelmed by the intense sensation. He could feel every inch of her finger, the slight roughness of her skin, the gentle scrape of her nail. He was stretching, opening up in a way he never had before, and it felt...glorious.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He felt like he was on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.
"Anna... fuck..." he moaned, his hips thrusting against her finger, meeting each of her slow, torturous penetrations.
Anna hummed in approval, her finger pressing deeper into him. Take my finger in and out, just like that. You're doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you."
Ben's body was on fire, his muscles tensing and relaxing, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He could feel Anna's finger moving deeper inside him, her touch sinful and intense. She hit something inside him that sent a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine, and he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck, Anna, what was that?" he moaned, his voice ragged with desire. Anna chuckled, her voice a low, sultry purr that sent shivers down Ben's spine. "That was your prostate, baby. I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll see stars." She took him deep into her mouth once more, swallowing him whole, and Ben's mind went blank with pleasure. He could feel her finger working him inside, massaging that sensitive spot, while her mouth worked him outside, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The sensations were overwhelming, and Ben felt like he was being pulled in two different directions.
He could feel Anna's finger working him inside, massaging that sensitive spot with practiced ease, while her mouth worked him outside, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips sucking and slurping.
"Oh, fuck, Anna, that feels so fucking good," he groaned, his hips bucking against her, his cock throbbing in her mouth. He could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. He was close, so fucking close, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
Anna must have sensed his impending orgasm because she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and triumph.
She pulled her finger out of him, a wet, sucking sound filling the car, and Ben whimpered, his body already missing her touch.
"Not yet, baby," she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down his spine. "I want you to ride the edge." She switched to slower but more intense moves, every suck, every lick setting fire to his crotch, and his whole body ablaze.
"Fuck, Anna, that's so fucking good," Ben groaned, his hips gyrating against her mouth, his cock gliding at the back of her throat.
"You feel so fucking incredible," he hissed, voice choked with lust.
Anna hummed her approval, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on him. Her hair fell over her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face like a goddess. The car rocked slightly with the force of their movements, the windows fogging up with their heavy breathing.
Ben's hands gripped the headrest, his knuckles white from the force of his grasp.
Anna's mouth was heaven, her tongue and lips working him with an expertise that left him gasping for breath. But she wasn't done yet. She pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips with a pop.
"Turn around," she instructed, her voice husky with desire. Ben hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she meant. Anna chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. You're going to love this."
Ben took a deep breath and nodded, his body humming with anticipation.
He turned around in his seat, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt an unfamiliar mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through his veins. He had never done anything like this before, but with Anna, he felt like he could conquer anything.
Anna smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. She reached out, her hand cupping his cheeks, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice a low, sultry murmur that sent shivers down Ben's spine.
"Now, I want you to bend over the seat."
Ben hesitated, his body tense with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He had never done anything like this before, and the thought of being taken by Anna in this way was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Anna must have sensed his hesitation because she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. I promise, I'm going to make you feel so good."
Ben took a deep breath and nodded, his mind made up.
He bent forward over the seat, his chest resting on the cool leather, his ass sticking up in the air. He could feel the cool air against his exposed skin, and he shivered with anticipation.
Anna hummed in approval, her hands running down his back, tracing the line of his spine. "That's a good boy," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr that sent shivers down Ben's spine. "You're going to love this, Ben. I promise."
Ben felt Anna's hands move to his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh.
Her tongue circled his hole faster, the wet, warm sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him. He gasped, his body tensing and then relaxing as he gave in to the sensation.
Anna's voice was a low, sultry murmur in his ear, "Relax, Ben. Let me in. You're doing so well." She pushed her tongue in deeper, her breath hot and heavy against his skin. Ben's body was on fire, the pleasure so intense, so consuming, that he felt like he was floating. He could feel every flick of her tongue, every swirl against his most sensitive spot, and he moaned, his hips pressing back against her face.
"Fuck, Anna," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire.
"That is incredible. More. I need more."
Anna's response was a wicked laugh, her tongue diving deeper into him, her fingers spreading his cheeks to allow better access. "Patience, Ben. I'll give you everything you need."
Ben could feel the world narrowing to this moment, to this car, to Anna's touch. He was hyper-aware of every sensation, every movement, every sound. He could hear his own ragged breaths, could feel the leather of the seat beneath his chest, could smell the intoxicating mix of Anna's scent and the scent of the rain outside.
But most of all, he could feel Anna.
Every lick, every flick, every thrust of her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. He was on fire, his skin tingling, his muscles trembling, his mind a swirling vortex of sensation and need.
Anna was relentless, her tongue never still, her fingers never idle. One hand gripped his hip, holding him in place, while the other slid down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Ben gasped, the sensation almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, Anna, that's... that's..." he stuttered, his voice barely audible.
Anna's chuckle was a dark, throaty sound that sent shivers down Ben's spine. She leaned up, her hair falling over her face like a curtain, hiding her expression. But Ben could still see the wicked glint in her eyes. "Patience, my dear," she purred, her hand still squeezing his balls, sending waves of pleasure-pain through his body. "First, I want to taste you here," she murmured, her finger sliding back into his ass, coating it with the wetness from her pussy.
Ben's breath hitched, his body tensing at the sudden invasion. But Anna's touch was firm yet gentle, her fingertip circling his hole, coaxing him to relax. She leaned in, her breath hot on his skin, her tongue flicking out to taste his flesh.
Ben shuddered, his body on fire with anticipation. Anna's finger slid back into him, coating it with the wetness from her pussy, her lips trailing kisses down his spine. Ben gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation. "Patience, Ben," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I'm not done with you yet."
She switched position, moving to kneel beside him, her eyes gleaming with lust and intent. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, her grip firm yet gentle. Ben's breath hitched, his body tensing at the sudden touch.
He felt Anna's wet finger slide out of him, her palm brushing against his ass before her hand came into view. She turned to him, her lips glistening with a mix of her own juices and his saliva. She licked her lips, a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue that sent a jolt of lust straight to Ben's groin. Then, she leaned in, her eyes locked onto his, and took him into her mouth. Ben exclaimed, his hips bucking upwards as he felt the warm, wet heat of her mouth envelop his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue swirling around him, her lips sucking and slurping, her teeth grazing him ever so gently. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and his body responded immediately, his cock hardening even more, if that was possible. Her juices had a intoxicating influence on him he felt like on drugs in the same time his cock became harder every second not seeming to stop although it almost hurt.
Anna's mouth was like a furnace, her tongue was like a flaming sword, and her teeth sent electrical shocks through his body like a lightning strike. Every time she took him deep, he could feel her throat contract around him, her tongue rubbing against the sensitive underside of his cock.
As she bobbed up and down on his cock, her fingers found their way back to his ass, teasing his hole with light touches, gently spreading his cheeks with her other hand. Ben's body was on fire, every nerve ending electrified as Anna played his body like a master instrument.
Her mouth was a relentless, wet heat, her tongue a sinful dance of pleasure and pain. He could feel her fingers at his ass, teasing, probing, and he was powerless to stop the tide of sensation that was drowning him.
"Fuck, Anna," he groaned, his hips thrusting against her mouth. "You're gonna make me come."
Anna pulled off him with a wet pop, her lips glistening with his precum. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. "Do it," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
"Give it to me, Ben. I want to taste you, all of you."
Ben's breath hitched as he felt Anna's fingers slip inside him, coated in her own wetness now. He felt so full, stretched in a way he never had been before. It was intense, almost too much, but he never wanted it to stop. He could feel every inch of her inside him, the gentle scrape of her nail, the warm wetness of her finger.
Anna's mouth returned to his cock, taking him deep, her throat squeezing him as she swallowed. Ben moaned, his hips bucking against her face, his body on fire with sensation.
He felt like he was being torn apart, his mind unable to process the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through his veins.
"Fuck, Anna, I'm close," he groaned, his voice a ragged whisper.
Anna hummed in approval, her mouth never leaving his cock. She increased the suction, her head bobbing up and down in a frenzied rhythm.
"Fuck, Anna, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice hoarse with desire.
Anna's response was a wicked laugh around his cock, her head bobbing faster, her mouth working him with a relentless, wet heat. Her finger in his ass was moving in time with her mouth, her fingertip brushing against his prostate with every thrust, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through him. "Wait," he gasped, trying to hold back, but it was no use. He was falling, toppling over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him like a freight train.
Anna's mouth and finger worked in tandem, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock while her finger thrust deep into his ass, hitting that spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.
"Fuck, Anna! I'm gonna fucking come!" Ben screamed, his voice raw with desperation. He felt his balls draw up, his cock swell, and then he was coming, his body convulsing as he spilled into her mouth.
Anna swallowed around him, her throat working to take every last drop, her finger moving in time with her mouth.
Ben thought he was finished, his body spent, his mind blank. But his cock had other ideas. It was still hard, still throbbing, still desperate for more. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. He felt another orgasm rolling up, taking him by surprise, his cock twitching in Anna's mouth.
"Fuck, Anna, I can't... I can't stop," he gasped, his voice a ragged whisper. Anna hummed around him, her eyes gleaming with lust and triumph. She knew. She knew what she was doing to him, knew how to push him to the edge and keep him there. She pulled off him with a wet pop, her lips swollen and shiny with his cum.
"I told you I was insatiable, didn't I?" she said, her voice a low, husky purr. Ben could only nod, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm.
Anna smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Dont stop cumming." It looked like her eyes went red, before she closed them and took him back balls deep into her mouth a orgasm was rolling over him.
Her throat working around him, she sucked and hummed around his cock, her hand was back on his balls, rolling and squeezing them, her other hand was diving between his legs, fingers reaching for his ass. He gripped the seat tighter, his knuckles turning white, his hips thrusting against her face, fucking her mouth, his cock hitting her throat over and over.
Ben could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the pleasure, all of it coiling in his belly, ready to explode.
Anna's throat was working around him, her tongue and throat muscles massaging his cock with every bob of her head. Her hands were everywhere, one gripping his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth, the other teasing his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
But it was her finger, that single digit pressing into his ass, that sent him over the edge. She hit his prostate again, and Ben cried out, his hips bucking wildly as he came, his cock pulsing wildly in her mouth.
Anna didn't stop.
She kept her mouth and throat working on Ben's cock, swallowing every drop of his cum and relentlessly massaging his prostate with her finger. Ben was a writhing, moaning mess, his body convulsing with pleasure that bordered on pain. He could feel his senses heightening, his vision going hazy with lust and euphoria. He felt like he was floating, his body no longer his own but a mere vessel for Anna's pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity, Anna finally pulled back, her lips glistening with Ben's cum, her eyes gleaming with lust and mischief.
She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to catch any remaining droplets. "Fuck, Ben," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "You taste so fucking good."
Ben was panting, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasms. His cock was still hard, still throbbing, but his body felt like it was made of jello, his muscles weak and unresponsive. He looked up at Anna, his eyes wide with surprise and awe. "Fuck, Anna... that was... I've never... I didn't even know..." he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Her head on the backseat between his legs, her cheeky smile, he felt so exhausted. But Anna's hand wandered down between her legs. She brought it back up, her wetness glistening on her fingers. As soon as it touched his penis it went from hard to titanium, went from red to purple and Ben lost control and consciousness, later he would not remember what happened now. He saw red and rammed his cock as deep as possible into Anna's throat, her moans proclaiming her enjoyment. Every few stroke a new orgasm floodes Ben's body an inhuman amount of cum, biologically impossible flowing out of his shaft, with Anna gobbling it down.
Her neck swells and shrinks with each wave of Ben's onslaught, she makes little sounds of desperation and ecstasy, her fingers scrabbling at his inner thighs, her knuckles white. She is gasping for air, but Ben is not letting her up, not letting her off. He just keeps his grip firm on her head, ramming his cock as far down her throat as it can go. The pleasure is unbearable, it's like he's being electrocuted. He can't stop. He can't think. He can only see red and Anna's face between his legs.
His body is on autopilot, driven by a primal urge to fuck, to take, and to claim. He hears a voice in the back of his mind warning him to stop, but it's drowned out by the roar of blood in his ears and the obscene wet sounds of his cock slamming into Anna's throat.
Anna's hands messaging his balls and prostate yawning for his cum her hungry throat longing for every drop. Ben felt like a wild animal driven by lust, he couldn't control himself, his hips thrusting forward ramming his cock deep into Anna's mouth until his balls were pressed against her chin.
"Fuck yes, Ben. Fuck me like that. Use me like the dirty little slut I am." Anna's words sent a shiver down Ben's spine, his cock twitching in her throat. He growled, his grip on Anna's head tightening as he began to fuck her face in earnest, his hips slamming against her with a force that would have made them both bruise the next day.
But right now, all he could feel was the raw, primal need to claim her, to mark her as his, to fuck her until he was spent and she was a broken, cum-drenched mess.
Anna moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She was gagging now, her nose squished against his pelvis, her eyes watering, but she never tried to pull away. Instead, she reached down between their bodies, her fingers finding her own pussy and beginning to rub furiously.
Ben watched her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he pounded into her throat.
The sight of her fingers on her pussy, rubbing herself furiously while he fucked her face, was almost too much to bear. His own cock felt like it was going to explode at any moment.
"Fuck, Anna, you're such a dirty fucking slut," he growled, his hips moving like a jackhammer as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. "You love this, don't you? You love being used like this, don't you?"
Anna made a muffled noise of agreement, her eyes rolling back in her head as she worked her clit with one hand and fucked her face with the other.
The sound of her gagging sent Ben over the edge, his cock pulsing so hard it felt like it was going to break in half. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that echoed through the car, and then he was coming, harder and stronger than he ever had in his life. It felt like a dam had burst inside him, his cock spurting a seemingly endless stream of cum into Anna's throat. She gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she tried to swallow every last drop.
Ben's vision swam, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He must have come at least a liter, maybe more, his cock pulsing and twitching as it emptied itself into Anna's eager throat. He felt lightheaded, his vision going dark around the edges as the world spun away from him.
He tried to hold on, to stay conscious, but it was too much. The pleasure, the pain, the sheer intensity of it all overwhelmed him. His body convulsed one last time, his cock pulsing with the final dregs of his orgasm, and then everything went black.
Anna quickly pulled back, Ben's limp body sliding down the seat, his head lolling to the side. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She had taken everything he had to give, and then some. She looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something else, something dark and hungry. She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lips. "Ben," she murmured, "sleep tight."