Chapter 253 Fill it again before the driver comes back
Aria’s POV
Cold night air slapped straight across my bare tits, my shoved-up thighs, my cunt stretched wide around his thick cock.
I was fully on display—facing the dark road, legs hooked open in his arms, pussy lips glossy and pried apart by his fingers, his shaft visibly buried inside me. Anyone walking past would see everything. The way I fluttered. The cream. The exact place he disappeared into me.
"Oh my god—" My voice cracked with pure humiliation. I tried to close my legs.
He forced them wider and slammed up into me so hard I screamed.
"That’s it. There she is. Little slut finally opens the door so everyone can watch her take cock." He fucked me properly now—brutal upward thrusts that made my whole body jolt in his arms, tits bouncing, wet slaps echoing out into the road. "Look at that cunt. Look how it’s gripping me. You think a stranger wouldn’t stop and stare?"
"Don’t—ah—don’t say that—"
"Why? You’re gushing." His fingers rubbed my clit viciously while he railed me from below, still holding me open toward the night like an offering. "You’re clenching like the idea of getting caught makes you want to come. Does it? Does my girl get off on being seen?"
"Yes—fuck—yes—"
I shattered.
Came so hard I squirted around his cock in messy spurts, splattering the open doorway, the gravel outside, his thighs. My cunt spasmed and gushed while he kept fucking me through it without mercy, making the wet sounds filthier, louder, more exposed.
He pulled out while I was still twitching. A thick string of my release clung from my hole to his cock before breaking.
Then he hauled me out of the car like I weighed nothing.
My back hit the open door frame—cold metal against overheated skin. Damian stepped in between my thighs at once, grabbed one of my legs and shoved it up high against his side, knee hooked hard in the crook of his elbow. The other hand fisted in my hair, tilting my face up to his. For one raw second the head of his cock kissed my fluttering entrance in the open air.
Then he thrust in to the hilt.
"Ah—!"
"Eyes on me," he snarled, and started fucking me standing.
Face to face. My back jammed against the open car door. One leg forced high and open so every filthy stroke was visible in the dark—his thick cock splitting me, shiny with my cum, slamming deep enough to lift me onto my toes. The door groaned behind me. Night air licked over every place we were joined. If anyone turned the corner now, they would see me getting destroyed against the side of the car, one thigh trembling in his grip, cunt stretched lewd and wet around Alpha cock.
"Damian—someone will see—"
"Then they can watch you come on me again." He drove harder, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing down the empty road. His mouth crashed into mine—tongue fucking past my lips in time with his cock—before he bit my lower lip and growled, "Hold on to me. Don’t you dare look away."
I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in. Every upward thrust punched a broken sound out of me. My raised leg shook uncontrollably. He shoved his free hand between us and rubbed my clit in tight, vicious circles until white heat ripped up my spine.
"Come," he ordered against my mouth. "Now. All over me. Right here where anyone could walk by."
I did.
The orgasm tore through me so violently my scream went hoarse against his tongue. My cunt clamped down and gushed again, soaking his cock, his hips, the gravel under our feet. He fucked me straight through it without slowing—chasing his own pleasure now, rhythm turning brutal and uneven—until he suddenly ripped himself out of me with a wet sound that made me sob at the loss.
"Hood," he rasped. "Now."
He dragged me around to the front of the car and shoved me back onto the warm metal. My shoulders hit the hood. He hooked both of my legs over his arms, yanked my hips to the very edge, and buried himself to the root in one merciless stroke.
"Fuck—Damian—too deep—"
"You can take it." His eyes were black, wild, fixed on the place where I stretched around him. "You just came twice with the door open. You can take your Alpha breeding you on the hood."
He folded me down and railed me.
Deep, nasty, relentless thrusts that made the whole car rock. My tits bounced. Cream frothed at the base of his cock and smeared across the paint. He spat down onto my clit and rubbed it in with his thumb while he pounded me, watching my hole clutch at him like it never wanted to let go.
"One more," he demanded, voice wrecked. "Come on the hood. Make a fucking mess for me."
"I can’t—ah—I can’t—"
"You will."
He angled up, grinding over that swollen spot inside me without mercy, thumb working my clit in mean little strokes—until I broke for a third time with a silent scream, back arching clean off the metal, cunt spasming so hard I squirted between us in helpless spurts all over the hood.
Damian cursed savagely, slammed in to the hilt, and came.
Thick, hot ropes flooded me in heavy pulses—so deep I felt every spurt painting my insides. He kept grinding through it, forcing his cum deeper, until it leaked out around his cock in filthy white streaks, dripping down my ass onto the paint beneath us.
For a long moment there was only our breathing. The tick of the cooling engine. The wet twitch of him still buried inside me.
He leaned down, cupped my jaw with a surprisingly careful hand, and kissed me—slow, deep, filthy-soft—licking into my mouth like he could taste every shameful sound he’d dragged out of me.
"Mine," he muttered against my lips. "Door open. Hood. Street. Doesn’t matter. This cunt doesn’t get empty unless I say so."
I clenched weakly around him, oversensitive and overflowing, his cum still slipping out of me onto the hood in warm little rivulets.
"...Then stop talking," I whispered, voice ruined. "And fill it again before the driver comes back."
Something dark and pleased flashed in his eyes.
He didn’t pull out.
He just rolled his hips once, twice—still half-hard, still inside—and smiled against my mouth like a man who had all night to ruin me properly.
"Careful, mate," he murmured. "Keep saying things like that, and the driver is going to need a much longer walk."