Sean

The engine’s low growl vibrates through your bones before you’re even fully awake. Your eyelids flutter, sticky with dried tears, lashes clinging together like spiderwebs. The air is thick with the skunky reek of weed, laced with something sharper,gasoline and sweat. A cracked leather seat sticks to your bare thighs as you shift, the movement sending a bolt of pain through your skull.

You became very aware you weren't alone back here, next to you sat a tall white dude. The leather creaks as you turn your head to get a better look, the motion sending a fresh wave of nausea rolling through you. Smoke curls from the blunt between his fingers, the ember glowing red as he takes a slow drag. His other hand rests lazily on his thigh, fingers idly stroking his half-hard cock,pale against the dark denim bunched at his hips. The tip glistens, still wet from your throat, not that you remembered that, but you felt it, instinctively. "Fuck, you look hot," he murmurs, exhaling a cloud of smoke into your face. It clings to your lashes, stings your already raw throat. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, smearing something sticky, spit or cum, you can’t tell.

The leather seat creaks as his hand grips your hip, fingers digging into tender flesh. "Ride me," he rasps, voice thick with smoke and want, tilting his hips up so give you a good view of his average sized penis. Your muscles tremble as you shift, the sticky drag of your skin against leather making your stomach clench. "C'mon, baby," You knew where you were, you'd heard the story about how some dude named Sean had made her fuck in a car. Well, here you were, in a car, a dude telling you to ride him. Clearly, this was Sean.

You figured the inly way out was play along, again. You exhaled, the smoke thickened in your lungs as you shifted over him, straddling his hips. His cock twitched against your inner thigh, glistening, wet. Your fingers trembled as you braced them against his chest. "Fuck, look at you," Sean murmured, voice rough, taking another slow drag before flicking the blunt aside. His hands gripped your waist, thumbs pressing into the soft give of your flesh as he guided you down.

The blunt tip of him pressed against your entrance, slick with spit and shame. Your thighs shook as you lowered yourself, His fingers dug into your hips, forcing you down before you were ready. A whimper caught in your throat as he sheathed himself inside you with a wet, unforgiving slide. "Fuck, that's it," Sean groaned, head thudding back against the seat. His hips jerked up, grinding you onto him deeper, the cheap leather squeaking beneath your knees. Every inch of him felt like a violation, the drag of his cock sending sharp sparks of pain through your core.

The car hit a pothole, your skull banged against the roof, stars bursting behind your eyelids. Sean laughed, the sound raw and jagged as his fingers bit harder into your hips. "Fuckin' lightweight," he slurred, smoke still clinging to his teeth. Your vision swam, the sting in your scalp sharp where his grip kept you anchored, impaled. His thrusts turned punishing, the seat creaking like a living thing beneath you. Every upward jerk of his hips slammed your thighs into the denim bunched at his waist, the rough fabric rubbing you raw. A moan tore from his throat, wet and thick.

His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise, forcing you down onto him with a wet, slapping rhythm. The leather seat groans beneath you, sticky with sweat, the air thick with weed and the sour musk of sex. His cock drags inside you, rough and unrelenting, every thrust punching a choked gasp from your throat. “Fuck, you take it so good,” Sean growls, his voice thick with smoke and lust. His hands slide up your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts before gripping tight, fingers sinking into soft flesh. His hips snap up, burying himself to the hilt, and you feel him twitch inside you, pulsing hot.

The realisation hits you like a punch to the gut,your girlfriend had told you more about this one, it held a dark place in her past, this was how she’d gotten pregnant, before losing it, in the back of this very car, with him. Your breath catches, your chest went icy cold with that realisation, but Sean mistakes it for pleasure, his grin sharp as he grinds up into you harder, making for sure his seed filled you.

Sean’s grip slackened as he shuddered beneath you, his breath ragged, his cock twitching deep inside as he emptied himself. You felt the hot spill of him, the sticky wetness coating your inner walls, and your stomach twisted. His hands fell away from your hips, limp now, satisfied. You lifted yourself off him with a shaky exhale, the separation slick and obscene, his cum already leaking down your thighs. The car’s interior felt suddenly too small, too close, the air thick with the stench of sex and smoke. Sean slumped back against the seat, his chest rising and falling heavily, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Fuck I love fucking you bitch.

That was the last thing you heard, as again all went black.