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“God—Chris—feels too good,” she gasps, breath catching as her thighs twitch around his hips, cunt already fluttering around him like she’s seconds from breaking again.

He just smiles, all cocky and fucked-out, dragging his nose along her cheek. “I know it does. Look at you,” he murmurs, pressing his hand low between them to rub messy, tight circles over her clit. She jolts, moaning loud into his neck. “So fuckin’ needy. You get like this for him? Nah. Bet he doesn’t even fuck you like this.”

She whines, hands sliding up into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as his cock grinds against every soaked, clenching inch of her. The backseat rocks under them, her skirt pushed all the way up, Chris’s hoodie halfway off his shoulders, and her panties thrown somewhere into the front.

She’s smaller—shorter—and he uses it. He’s all over her, covering her, fucking her with full-body thrusts that keep her snug beneath him, pinned down and stuffed full. His hands never leave her—one gripping her thigh, the other teasing her clit.

His thrusts were hard, relentless now—skin slapping wet, her thighs trembling around his hips as he kept her folded beneath him. No space, no breath, just his cock driving deep and fast, grinding through slick heat like he couldn’t stop.

“God, listen to you,” Chris muttered against her cheek, voice thick and uneven. “So fuckin’ wet—you did this, yeah?”

She only whined, face twisting, legs twitching when he shifted and hit it—that spot. Her whole body jolted, hips trying to wriggle away from the pressure.

He caught it instantly.

“Hey—no,” he breathed, dragging out of her slow until just the head kissed right against it again. He started rubbing there with soft, brutal precision. “Where you goin’, baby? You were takin’ it so good.”

Her breath hitched, a tear slipping as she gasped, “Chris—please—can’t—”

“Shhhh,” He leaned in, kissed her open mouth, slow and greedy while his hips rolled again. “C’mon,” he rasped, forehead pressing to hers. “Gonna fill you up, baby… fuck, feel so good like this—don’t squirm—stay right there—”

Chris shifted her leg higher over his hip, angling them slightly sideways, just enough to grind in deeper. The new angle had her gasping, body twitching as he fucked into her harder, rougher, cock dragging right over that spot.

He was holding her thigh tight as he kept rutting into her, slow and messy, lips brushing her cheek.

Chris fucked into her with messy, desperate thrusts—hips snapping hard, chest pressed to hers, his breath hot against her lips. Every push was deep and thick, dragging a wet gasp from her throat as he kept her pinned, her leg hooked high around his waist.

“Shhh,” he whispered, voice low and strained, kissing her temple as she squirmed. “Don’t move, baby… that’s it—just take it.” he breathed, with eyes of fucked-up affection

She whimpered, body trembling beneath him, her back arching when he rolled into her deeper. His hand caught her hip again, holding her still, eyes fluttering as his pace stuttered—messy, losing rhythm.

His mouth dropped open, breath catching as he pushed in deep one final time, cock twitching hard as he came inside her, thick and warm, hips pressed in tight as if he could spill every last drop into her. His brows pulled together, lips parted in a broken moan, face soft and fucked-out like he was drowning in it.

He stayed there, still shaking, then slowly pulled back with a groan, eyes dropping to the mess leaking between her thighs.

“Shit…” he breathed, grabbing her panties. He slipped them back up with one hand, cupping her soaked cunt to press them snug. His other hand cradled her cheek.

“Keep it in, yeah?” he murmured, eyes heavy, kissing her slow. “All of it’s yours.”