Give in to temptation. Fuck in the backseat

As you make your way back to the car, the cool evening air brushes against your flushed skin, doing nothing to ease the throbbing heat between your thighs. Every step sends a fresh wave of friction through your soaked panties, the constant teasing from the ride and the pharmacy still echoing in your body. James walks beside you, that infuriatingly smug grin on his face, swinging the pharmacy bag like he owns the night.

Your mind wrestles with the storm inside you. Those items in the bag—the pills, hormones, whatever else he picked up—they’re not for anyone else. The thought of him using them on some other girl twists something sharp and possessive in your chest. No. You don’t want that. You want his hot cock splitting you in half, claiming your body. You want to stay a girl, constantly filled with cum.

By the time you reach the car in the shadowed corner of the parking lot, the decision crystallizes, hot and urgent. Your pulse hammers in your ears, your nipples tight against your dress, your core clenching with raw, **** need.

You grab his arm before he can hit the unlock button, yanking him close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

“James,” you breathe, voice low and trembling with lust as you lock eyes with him. “Forget everything in that bag. I don’t want you using any of it… on anyone.” You press yourself fully against him, letting him feel how ready you are, how you’re already dripping for him. “I want you right now. In the backseat. Nothing between us, nothing to dull the senses. I need you to fuck me raw and breed me—pump me full until I’m pregnant with your baby.”

Your hands are already clawing at his shirt, tugging him toward the back door. The distant sound of cars on the road, the faint risk of someone walking by—it only makes you wetter, makes the ache sharper. “Please,” you whimper, guiding his hand between your legs so he can feel the proof of how badly you need this. “I can’t wait anymore. Take me. Claim me. Right here.”