A car park

The engine roared as Danny’s stepbrother peeled away from the curb, tyres screeching. She barely had time to buckle in before he took a sharp turn, throwing her against the door.

His hand slid from the gearshift to her thigh, fingers digging into the denim. "You really think she’s worth all this?" he muttered, thumb tracing the damp fabric between her legs.

Danny clenched her teeth, hips jerking at the contact. "Just drive," she hissed, but her thighs pressed together instinctively. The tyres screamed against asphalt as Danny’s stepbrother took another reckless turn, the car lurching sideways.

"You sure this is the right way?" Danny exclaimed.

His hand clamped over her thigh, squeezing hard enough to bruise. "Relax," he purred, thumb rubbing slow circles over the damp denim.

Danny’s breath hitched. They had entered country roads, a long way from the built up areas, almost certainly the wrong way. The car swerved off the main road, gravel crunching under the tires as they lurched into a secluded carpark. Danny’s seatbelt bit into her collarbone when her stepbrother slammed the brakes, sending her lurching forward before the restraint snapped her back.

"The fuck are we," she spat, twisting against the seatbelt as the engine idled.

Her stepbrother’s grip on her thigh tightened, his fingers pressing hard enough to make her breath catch. "Wrong question," he murmured, his other hand unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate click. The leather slithered free, and Danny’s pulse jumped when she heard the rasp of his zipper.

"You wanna find Sam so bad?" he taunted, his voice rough as he shoved his jeans down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick and already half-hard, resting heavy against his thigh. "Then earn it."

Danny’s stomach lurched. Danny’s breath hitched as she shoved against his chest, her nails biting into his skin. "Fuck off, we don’t have time for this!" she snarled, twisting away from his grip. "You saw that video!"

His fingers dug harder into her thigh, holding her in place as his free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily. "Oh I did, and we’ve got time," he growled, his thumb pressing against the soaked fabric between her legs. "You’re dripping through your jeans, Danny. Don’t lie to me."

His fingers tightened around her wrist, dragging her hand toward his cock with deliberate ****. The heat of him seared her palm, his grip unrelenting as he pressed her fingers around his shaft. "You wanna find Sam?" His voice was rough, breath hot against her ear. "Then stroke it. Now."

Danny’s pulse hammered in her throat, her fingers twitching against his skin. She could feel the thick veins beneath her fingertips, the way his breath hitched when her nails scraped just a little too hard.

"Or what?" she snapped, trying to yank her hand back, but he held firm, guiding her into a slow, filthy stroke.

"Or what?" Danny spat, twisting her wrist in his grip, but he only tightened his hold, forcing her fingers to squeeze around his cock. His breath was ragged against her neck as he dragged her hand up his shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"Or I leave your **** ass right here," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I’ll drive straight to Aaron’s place, walk in while Sam’s still bouncing on that monster cock of his, and join in." His thumb pressed hard against her clit through her jeans, making her gasp.

Danny’s breath came in sharp gasps as his thumb ground against her clit, the rough denim amplifying the friction. She could feel her own wetness soaking through the fabric, betraying her. His grip on her wrist tightened, forcing her hand to pump his cock in a slow, brutal rhythm.

"Fucking, fine," she hissed, her fingers reluctantly curling around him, her nails digging in just to spite him. His groan was dark, satisfied, as she jerked him off with rough strokes, her palm slick with his pre-cum. His free hand grabbed the tuft of her shirt, and pulled it up. The cool air hit her bare nipples as he palmed her breast roughly, his thumb circling the stiff peak. "That's it," he growled, hips thrusting into her tight fist. "Fucking stroke me harder, you want Sam to get all the fun?"as he twisted her nipple, the sharp pain making her gasp. The car filled with the slick sounds of her hand working his cock, as his precum ran down her hand.

His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head down toward his cock with a rough growl. "Enough playing with your hand," he panted, the tip of his shaft glistening as it tapped against her lips. "Open up, Danny. Show me how bad you want to find her."

Danny’s breath hitched, the musky scent of him filling her nose as his thumb pressed insistently against her bottom lip. She hesitated, was she really gonna suck a dick, and her step brothers at that, before parting her lips with a sharp exhale.

He didn’t wait. The thick head of his cock slid past her lips, stretching them wide as he pushed deeper with a groan. The moment Danny’s lips stretched around him, his free hand fumbled in the center console, pulling out his phone with a rough chuckle. The screen lit up, casting a pale glow across the sweat-slicked dashboard as he angled it toward her.

"You look so fucking pretty like this, I wish you'd been born this way" he muttered, thumb swiping to open the camera. The shutter clicked, once, twice, capturing the way her lashes fluttered as he pushed deeper, the wet sounds of her throat working around him. His grip in her hair tightened, forcing her chin up just enough to get a clear shot of her spit-smeared lips, the stretch of her mouth around his cock.

Danny’s teeth scraped his length in warning as fury burned through her. The bitter taste of him filled her mouth, his phone still pointed at her like a fucking trophy shot. She choked when he thrust deeper, her nails digging into his thighs hard enough to leave crescent marks.

“Fuck, that's good bitch!” His groan was ragged as her teeth grazed the sensitive underside, his grip in her hair tightening in retaliation. His fingers tapped the screen with a dark chuckle, sending the incriminating photos straight to Jack. The phone buzzed in his hand almost instantly,a reply lighting up the screen, but he didn’t bother to check it. Instead, he shoved the device back into the console and gripped Danny’s hair harder, forcing her down until her nose pressed into the coarse thatch of his pubes.

His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing against her tongue as his release hit the back of her throat without warning. Danny gagged, her nails clawing at his thighs as hot spurts flooded her mouth, thick and bitter. He groaned, grinding deeper as she choked, strands of saliva dripping down her chin while he emptied himself.

"Swallow it," he ordered, fingers tightening in her hair as her throat convulsed around him. She coughed, the taste overwhelming, but he didn’t let her pull away until the last shuddering twitch of his cock.

When he finally released her, Danny jerked back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her glare venomous. Danny’s palm cracked across his cheek before he could react, the sharp sound echoing in the cramped car. "You disgusting fucking pig," she snarled, her voice raw and shaking. "You think I’d ever want that?"

His head snapped to the side from the ****, but he just grinned, licking at the corner of his split lip. "Could’ve fooled me," he taunted, reaching down to tuck himself back into his jeans, still damp with her spit. "You gagged like you meant it."

His grin widened as Danny’s chest heaved, her breath ragged despite the fury in her eyes, her breasts were still bear, her nipples pencil sharp, betraying her even as she spat curses at him.

"You gonna pretend you didn’t love it?" he taunted, dragging a thumb along her lower lip, smearing the mess she hadn’t wiped away. "Your body says different."

Danny’s jaw clenched, but a traitorous heat pooled low in her stomach, her thighs pressing together instinctively.Danny’s fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought the flush creeping up her neck. “Take me to Sam,” she demanded, her voice low and rough from his cock. “Now.”

His smirk didn’t waver. He leaned back in the driver’s seat, one hand lazily adjusting himself through his jeans while the other reached for the ignition. “Say please,” he taunted, turning the key just enough for the engine to purr to life but not yet shifting into gear.