The Best of Kristina Wright by Kristina Wright Page B

to be inside you,” he said. “Get out of the car.”
    He didn’t give me time to respond. He was out of the car and around to the passenger door before I could take a deep breath. He opened the door and reached for me. I let him take my hand and pull me from the car. I felt exposed, vulnerable, the night air chilled compared to the intimate heat of the car.
    “William,” I protested as he leaned me against the car and unfastened my pants. “We can’t. Really. We’re going to get caught.”
    “I don’t give a damn,” he muttered as he tugged my pants and panties down in one motion. “I need you. Now.”
    I let him turn me around and bend me over. I braced my hands on the hood of his car, my legs still pinned together by my pants around my ankles. I didn’t protest as I felt his fingers between my legs, slipping inside my wet, wet cunt, gliding forward over the ridge of my clit. I didn’t complain when he drove his thick cock into me in one quick stroke, burying himself inside me so hard it was almost painful. I didn’t tell him to stop, I didn’t worry about getting caught, I didn’t care about anything except the moment, his cock and the way he made me feel.
    He held onto my hips as he fucked me, driving his cock into me hard and fast, over and over again. My arms buckled and I was face down on his car, the metal cool against my fevered cheek. I cried out as he went deep, hearing my whimpers echoing off the walls of the buildings and bouncing back on me, sounding like the cries of a woman in pain. A woman in agony.
    I bit my lip to quiet myself, but William seemed intent on wringing every sound from me that he could. He wrapped my long hair around his hand and pulled my head up, leaning forward to bite my exposed neck. I whimpered and my cunt clenched around his cock.
    “Oh God, fuck me,” I moaned. I was beyond caring if someone heard me. I needed William to fuck me, fuck me hard and make me forget where we were and who was at my house – and who was waiting for him.
    I tried to brace myself on the hood, but the slope prevented me from keeping my balance. “Wait,” I gasped. I reached back, putting my hand on his hip and pushing him away. He slid out of me and my body felt empty, bereft.
    “What?”
    I turned around, facing him. “I can’t stand up. If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.”
    I leaned down to free myself of my pants twisted around my ankles. Then I sat on the edge of the car, braced my hands behind me and spread my legs. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me, William.”
    He put his hands on my hips and I reached down to guide him into me. I wanted to tease him, to stroke my clit with the broad head of his cock, to hold him until he begged to be inside of me, but I was too far gone to tease him or myself. I pulled him into me and wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him close.
    My soft whimpers and moans were the only sounds in the still night air. William was silent and stoic as a sentry, fucking me senseless, fucking me into oblivion
    I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His face was just a shadowy spot above me, blending into the endless night sky. I blinked, staring at him, willing myself to see his features, but all I saw was darkness. Then, instead of seeing him more clearly, I saw the stars. The night sky, devoid of a moon, was filled with stars. I stared up at William as he fucked me, his face obscured by darkness and surrounded by twinkling stars that seemed close enough to touch.
    “You want it?” I could just make out the movement of his lips. He leaned closer, brushing his mouth against my neck. “You want to suck me?”
    “When I come,” I whispered, fearing he would pull away before I could finish. “When I come.”
    I wasn’t sure he heard me, but he fucked me harder, his thrusts more shallow and at just the right angle to stroke my G-spot. I strained forward, pushing my hips at him, propping myself up on my arms to get closer, to pull