PINNED DOWN part 2

CHARLOTTE’S POV

His car sat tucked in a shadowed corner, sleek and black like him. Without hesitation, he spun me around and shoved me back onto the bonnet. The cold metal against the back of my thighs made me gasp.

“Spread those legs,” he ordered, voice sharp, leaving no room for disobedience.

I obeyed, my skirt hiked up indecently as he stepped between my thighs. His hands were rough, yanking the ruined scrap of panties the rest of the way off before tossing them aside. He stroked his cock, hard and thick, letting it slap against my dripping pussy, smearing my wetness everywhere.

“You’re such a dirty little slut, Charlotte. Couldn’t even last the elevator ride.” His words were low, taunting, his tip teasing my entrance without mercy.

“Please,” I begged, arching my back against the car, desperate to feel him again. “Please, Marcus, I need it—”

His palm cracked against my thigh, making me yelp. “Don’t beg,” he growled, “command me like you mean it.”

“Fuck me,” I hissed, louder this time, my voice echoing in the empty garage. “Fuck me hard.”

That earned me a wicked grin. Without another word, he thrust inside, deeper than before, stretching me wide as my cry echoed off the concrete walls. He gripped my hips brutally, using the car as leverage as he slammed into me, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with my shameless moans.

The bonnet squeaked under the force of his thrusts, rocking with every brutal stroke. I clawed at the windshield, my breath fogging the glass, while he pounded into me like he owned me.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick, almost a snarl. “You were made for this cock.”

“Yes,” I cried out, my nails dragging down the slick surface. “I’m yours, Marcus—fuck—I’m yours.”

He bent down, teeth grazing the side of my neck before biting hard enough to make me scream, my body clenching around him. His thumb pressed against my clit mercilessly, sending shocks through me as I writhed beneath him.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, his thrusts growing harder, faster, relentless. “Make the whole damn garage hear you.”

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up, orgasm ripping through me like fire. My back arched off the bonnet, my moans bouncing off the concrete, my pussy clenching greedily around his cock.

Marcus pulled back just enough to look down at the mess between us. His cock glistened, slick with my wetness, the insides of my thighs coated and dripping onto the glossy paint of his car. He smirked darkly, running a finger through the sticky trail sliding down my skin.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice sharp with lust. He pushed the finger into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. “You’re dripping warm juices all over my car, slut. You’re making a fucking mess—and I bet you still have more for me.”

His tone was cruel, taunting, but his hand was already spreading me wider, fingers prying me open so he could watch every twitch, every needy clench. He slapped my pussy hard, making the wetness splatter audibly.

“See that?” he growled, smearing the slickness across my swollen lips before shoving two fingers deep inside me again, pumping hard, relentless. “You’re still gushing, your greedy little cunt won’t stop begging for cock. You’ve got more for me, don’t you? Say it.”

“Yes,” I cried, gasping as my hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand. “Yes, Marcus, I’ve got more—I’ll give you everything—”

“That’s right,” he snarled, his thumb grinding my clit mercilessly while his cock pressed against my ass, teasing. “You’re not done until I say you’re done. This pussy isn’t yours anymore—it’s mine. And I’m going to wring out every last drop from you.”

The words broke me, my body trembling, dripping harder, my juices coating his fingers, running down onto the bonnet. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he fucked me with his hand like he owned me.

“Such a messy little whore,” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged. “So wet, so desperate—you’ll keep giving until you’ve got nothing left. And then I’ll take more.”

Marcus’s fingers pumped harder, curling inside me until I screamed, my body jolting against the hood. He pulled them out suddenly, strings of wetness clinging between us, and held his soaked fingers up in the dim garage light.

“Look at this mess,” he sneered, shoving them back into my mouth. “Taste how fucking needy you are, Charlotte. You’re dripping like a slut who can’t get enough. I bet if I spread your legs wider, the whole damn bonnet would be soaked.”

My cheeks burned, shame twisting deliciously with lust, but I sucked his fingers greedily, moaning around them.

“That’s it,” he taunted, yanking his hand free and slapping my pussy again, sharp and wet. The sound echoed through the garage, making me jolt. “You love being used, don’t you? You love being nothing but my cum-drunk little hole.”

“Yes!” I cried, my voice ragged, tears pricking my eyes as my hips bucked against the cold metal.

He chuckled darkly, unzipping his pants fully, letting his cock slap heavy and thick against my ass. He gripped my hair, forcing my face down against the hood so my cheek pressed against the cold steel. “You’re going to give me more, slut. I’m going to fuck you until you’re crying, until you can’t walk out of here without dripping down your thighs.”….