A vocal fuck against the car.

I didn't make it fast enough out of the car, and as soon as I had closed the door he had come over, pushing me against it and kissing me hard on the lips.

There was no romance, no valentine in that kiss. There was a need that needed to be filled, and he had found who was going to give him that satisfaction.

"None of them get to have you tonight. You're mine."

That possessive tone, that forceful approach, sent shivers down my spine as I moaned into his mouth that went back to kiss me.

And these kisses slowly but surely lowered my defenses, as his hand pushed mine down to grip his cock, teaching me to stroke him.

"I'm going to take you tonight." Came his statement, and I couldn't help but agree.
"Yes, take me." I acquiesced.
"The moment you got in my car you knew this would be the ending. Stop acting like you have any control."

He was right. I had no control over the situation. All I could control was my stroking hand, and even that worked against my conscious will as it pumped the hard shaft it gripped.

I moaned at the realization, keeping up the motion. His hands found the hem of my dress, and started lifting up.

"Let's see what kind of white stuff we're working with." His objectifying comment had a weirdly positive effect on me, as I shivered at his touch while the dress moved up and off. Or maybe it was the chill February air around us.

Regardless, I was now in my underwear, trapped between the forceful black guy and his car, in the middle of nowhere, my hand finding his hard cock yet again and preparing him for me.

Preparing him for me.

We both knew where this was leading, and there was no denying it was going to happen.
"What? Just realized what's going to happen? You don't want it?" He moved back, teasing an end to it all.
"No I want it." I moaned out softly, hoping the whisper pulls him back in.
"Beg."

I looked up at him, my mind not registering what he had said.

"Beg me for it." He repeated himself, maintaining his piercing glare in a test of courage.

I had to relent. I had to beg. I had to have him. I had to serve his beautiful black body and the beautiful black cock I had been sucking all the way here.

"Please. Take me. Make me yours. I let everything down for you. I need you." I was begging, and I couldn't stop myself.

What use was it to fight it? At least now I was honest to myself about what I needed.

And I needed him inside of me.

My begging turned to physical activity, as my hands moved to my panties, sliding them down. Moving up, they grabbed a hold of my bra, unhooking it to reveal my perky nipples, standing to attention in naked display to him.

I was naked in front of the person I'd ended my valentine evening with, and I needed him to accept me.

Begging felt right.
"Please." Begging was all I could do as I implored his attention.

He smiled, and moved in, grabbing hold of one of my legs and raising it sideways, giving him free access to my wet snatch.

"Not only are you begging. That pussy is too!" His comment was true, his cock moving against my lips, promising entry.

I moaned to him, a moan that implored to be impaled on his sizable penis.

And impaled I was. In one swift, powerful, intense motion, he slipped inside of me, my wetness helping to lower the sharp pain of the entry but not entirely erasing it.

My breath holding in my lungs, I felt his impressive size push deep in me, stretching my opening to beyond what I imagined possible and opening me up with forceful abandon.

And I let it all out with a moan as he moved slowly back out, before bottoming back in moments later in a sharp motion.

"Fucckkkk" I moaned like a bitch in heat, finding immense satisfaction merging with understandable pain from the entry.
"You like that slut?" He asked while staring at my pleasured face.

I could only nod in answer, my words failing me as I looked to the clear skies for an answer on how I could've missed such pleasure for so long.

"You'll like this even more."

He started moving his hips, thrusting in and out as he pushed my body against the car behind me. In and out his penis went as his hips moved back and forth, eliciting moans and moans of pleasure from me.

And in and out and deeper and deeper he went, roping me through that pleasurable feeling as he kept his expert motion going, a master at work.

I moaned and voiced my satisfaction at his expert manipulations, and he fucked and rose the intensity of his thrusts, controlling my body and taking what he needed.

And he gave me what I wanted, all the while continuing his beautifully stimulating verbal ****:

"You like that feeling, slut? You like being the catch for my evening? My snow bunny?"

I didn't quite understand what he meant by snow bunny, but I was eager to please.

"Yes! This feels amazing!" Came my appreciative moan, as I moved against him as much as I could, trying to pull him deeper inside of me, feeling that undeniable rise of a looming orgasm.

"Then you better show that appreciation. You better cum for me soon, cum from my black cock fucking your white snatch!" His comment sent shivers down my spine as I moaned loudly for anyone to hear.

And my moans turned stronger and stronger, my wave of pleasure rising and rising, close to shore...

And it all came crashing down, as my pussy quivered against his cock and tightened, trying to pull him deeper inside as I came with an indescribable intensity, pleasure finding me and rising through me and invading every pore in my body.

I came and came and came with beautiful colors swirling in my head, the black of the person in front of me overwhelming these colors, the blackness of his cock taking over the vision I was having, reminding me where my pleasure came from.

I moaned loudly in appreciation, and soon these moans and my gripping hole had their effect on the man fucking me as he moved back and stroked himself once, twice, and the third time cumming all over my shapely legs and exposed pussy.

And rope after rope of beautiful white liquid hit against me as his copious amounts of sperm found their way to my exposed body, my orgasm still rocking through me and lasting as every hit renewed the butterflies flying through me.

White liquid oozed from the majestic black member in front of me as he came gallons on my lower body, coloring me a white that matched my own skin and contrasted against his dark one. I moaned in appreciation, loving the feeling I was having from being painted like that.

"You're lucky I didn't finish inside." Came his teasing remark, sending another shiver down my spine as my eyes met his. I smiled.

"I don't know about that." I teased back.

"Come on slut, better get on our way." He commented after a grunt, as he tossed me the dress that he had taken off me and placed on the car.