Absolutely not

"No," you whimper, your hand moving faster on his cock, your body trembling with need. Your body burns with arousal, biting and sharp. You try to bite your tongue, to distract yourself, but it doesn’t work.

"I can't wait. I need it now. Pull over. Find somewhere. Anywhere," you beg, biting your lip.

I sound pathetic, your male brain interrupts, its thinking trying to control your hormones running wildly. I sound like a **** whore begging for cock. Your body doesn’t care though. Your pussy is absolutely drenched, your arousal soaking through your shorts and probably onto the leather seat beneath you. The car stinks of it. You can feel how swollen your lips are, how your clit throbs with each heartbeat. And that's exactly what I am.

Your whole body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The taste of his cock is still on your tongue, the musky flavor mixed with your own ass, and it only makes you more ****.

"Darrell, please," you beg again, your voice breaking. "I'm fucking dying here. Please fuck me."

Get control of yourself!, your male brain seems to scream, but its all in vain. Your arousal is too discomforting, too overwhelming.

You lean forward, eyes staring into his, and suck the head of his cock again, tasting the pre-cum that's still leaking from the tip. You moan at the flavor before slurping your saliva off of it and popping it out of your mouth, causing Darrell to groan loudly.

You rub it against your face and give the best most intensely seductive look you can muster.

"I need this inside me," you whisper urgently, your hand stroking his thick shaft. "Not in my mouth. In my pussy. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk. Please."

Your free hand fumbles with the button of your shorts, **** to get them off, to be ready for him the second he agrees. Your fingers are shaking, your whole body trembling with need.

"Just pull over," you plead, looking around frantically at the passing streets. "There has to be somewhere. An alley, a parking lot, I don't care. I'll fuck you right here in the car. I just need you inside me right fucking now."

Listen to me, you think, almost shocked at your own desperation. I'm begging this man to fuck me. I'm offering to let him take me in some random alley like a cheap whore. Your pussy clenches again, empty and aching, and you whimper.

"Please, Darrell," you whisper one more time, your voice raw with need. "I can't wait. I need you so bad it hurts."

Darrell looks conflicted with desire.