Of course not

Darrell's eyes scan the street ahead, and suddenly he spots it—a multi-level parking garage just a block away. Without a word, he yanks the wheel hard to the right, the Cadillac's tires squealing slightly as he pulls into the entrance.

"There," he says, his voice thick with lust. "We'll go to the top. Nobody up there this time of day."

Oh fuck yes, you think, relief and anticipation flooding through you. Finally. Finally I'm going to get fucked.

You don't wait. Your fingers are already working frantically at your shorts, popping the button, yanking down the zipper. You lift your hips and shove them down your thighs, kicking them off past your shoes. They fall to the floor of the car in a heap as Darrell spirals up the levels of the garage, the engine rumbling.

Your tank top comes next. You grab the hem and pull it over your head in one swift motion, your blonde hair tumbling messily around your shoulders. You're not wearing a bra—you hadn't bothered this morning—and your breasts bounce free, pale and full, your pink nipples already hard and aching. The cool air conditioning hits your naked skin and you gasp.

Look at me, you think wildly, glancing down at your own body. You're now almost completely naked in this man's car, your tits out and pussy dripping wet.

Your panties are the last to go. You hook your thumbs in the waistband and slide them down, revealing your smooth, bare pussy—already glistening with arousal, your lips swollen and pink. You kick them aside and sit there completely naked in the passenger seat, your pale skin stark against the black leather, your chest heaving with anticipation.

Darrell glances over at you as he drives, his eyes raking over your naked body, and he groans.

"Goddamn, girl," he mutters. "You're fucking perfect."

Your hand reaches over immediately, wrapping around his still-exposed cock. It's rock hard, throbbing in your grip, and you stroke it eagerly as he drives higher and higher through the garage. Your pale, delicate fingers look obscene wrapped around his thick dark shaft, barely able to encircle his girth. You can feel every ridge, every vein pulsing beneath the skin, and pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, coating your fingers.

"I can't wait to feel this inside me," you whisper, your voice breathy and ****. You lean closer, maintaining eye contact with him as you stroke faster, your thumb swirling over the swollen head, spreading his pre-cum. "I need you to fuck me so bad, Darrell. I need this huge cock stretching my pussy open."

God, I'm so fucking horny, you think, your other hand sliding between your legs to rub your aching clit. I'm stroking his cock while I'm completely naked, begging him to fuck me. This is insane, Your male brain shouts. No, this is perfect. Your female body reasserts.

The Cadillac finally reaches the top floor—completely empty, isolated, just concrete and open sky visible through the gaps in the walls. Darrell pulls into a spot in the far corner and throws the car into park. Immediately, he reaches back and reclines the back seat, creating a flat surface.

Then he turns to you.

"Come here," he growls.

Before you can move, his strong hands are on you, gripping your waist, lifting your small naked body effortlessly from the passenger seat. You gasp as he pulls you toward him, and then your mouths crash together in a ****, hungry kiss.

Oh fuck, you think as his tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours. Oh fuck, this is happening.

Your arms wrap around his thick neck as he carries you over the center console out of the driver side and to the back seat, your naked body pressed against his clothed chest. The kiss is messy, frantic—saliva mixing, tongues sliding together, your lips swollen and tender from sucking his cock. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the musky flavor of his cock still lingering in your mouth, and it makes you moan into the kiss.

He lays you down on the reclined back seat, your pale body stretched out on the black leather, your blonde hair spread around your head like a halo. Your legs fall open instinctively, revealing your soaking wet pussy, your pink lips glistening with arousal.

Darrell positions himself between your thighs, his massive frame looming over you, and you watch with wide, eager eyes as he grips his cock and guides it toward your entrance.

This is it, you think, your heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears. I'm about to get fucked. I'm about to feel that huge cock inside me.

The swollen head of his black cock presses against your wet opening, and you gasp at the contact. He's so hot, so hard, and you're so ready. Your pussy clenches, trying to pull him in, and you can feel how slick you are, how your arousal has coated your inner thighs.

"Please," you whimper, looking up at him with ****, pleading eyes. "Please fuck me. I need it so bad."

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt, and your whole body trembles with anticipation. The thick head of his cock is right there, pressing against you, stretching you just slightly, and you're so close to getting what you need.