Going Solo The Complete Casual Car Sex Series BOX SET

By Storm Stone

Sexy Las Vegas bad boy, Damon McDermott, doesn't do relationships, so when he meets alluring Englishwoman, Jemma James in a local bar and invites her out for casual car sex, it’s meant to be nothing more than a fleeting encounter. But one night just isn't enough, and somehow their encounter turns into a hot holiday affair, which will end with Jemma returning to England in a few weeks. However, when Damon discovers that Jemma’s been lying to him, he’s determined to teach her a lesson, using sex as a weapon to exquisitely punish and humiliate her. Jemma’s cannot resist this dominantly potent male, even as their holiday fling turns into something much darker and more sinister, as Damon extracts his erotic revenge. But what neither of them realize is that this will be a gateway into their deepest, darkest desires, where there is no turning back . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Stone
• Release date: May 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463927533

Storm Stone

UPDATE!Now published on the Smashwords Sale at 99c: The penultimate episode of the Going Solo Series, Part 7, Casual Car Entrapment!A special Thank You to: https://www.postermywall.com/ for the gorgeous new covers of my series: Confessions of a Male Porn Star. PosterMyWall offers a fabulous selection of covers at great prices.UPDATE April 2020Dare to Share your Worst Review Ever!Check out my blog post: My Worst Review Ever! on Goodreads. Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-everThanks to Deep Desires Press for contributing the wonderful covers of the Going Solo Series.Hoping Jemma and Damon's tumultuous affair will give you some relief and release during Lock-Down.Stay home, stay safe.Storm StoneSmashwords: AUTHORS GIVE BACK SALE! now underway - Thousands of Deep-Discounted eBooks!Hoping that you, your friends, and your family might find redemptive strength, comfort, and enjoyment from my books.Take care and stay safe.ProfileStorm Stone loves reading and writing what she calls ’Hard-Core Romance’. She lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, where her and her husband run a non-profit organization.Writing has been a hobby of hers for many years, an escape from the trials of everyday life. Reading created the desire to travel, and she moved to London at the height of the apartheid domination of South Africa.Now, with a more sedate lifestyle, she still sees herself as an ‘old hippy’ who likes to, sometimes, travel over to the wild-side through her reading and writing.Her novel, 'Going Solo', was published in paperback and eBook by Deep Desires Press. .Her current series, 'Confessions of a Male Porn Star', has proved to b a surprising hit, with fans from all over the world following the sexploits of porn star, Johnny Deep. The complete series of all 8 episodes is currently available on Sale at Smashwords.com.Connect with Storm Stone:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stormstoneseries/Twitter: https://twitter.com/HardcoreRomanseEmail: [e-mail]: Deep Desires Press, Interview with Storm Stone:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/serials/id1300411053?i=1000404597976NEW! Check out "My Worst Review Ever!" of Going Solo, published on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-ever.

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Going Solo

The Complete Casual Car Sex

Series

BOX SET

Part One:

Casual Car Sex

Storm Stone

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Acknowledgements

I wish to thank Deep Desires Press for believing in me and my writing, particularly Cameron D. James, John Robin and my wonderful editor Dale Lui. I have to mention the gorgeous covers as well, which they so kindly contributed for each episode, as well as the complete, Going Solo, novel. Without their guidance and support this story may never have seen the light of day.

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First published 2017 by Deep Desires Press

Cover design copyright © 2017 by Deep Desires Press

Copyright © 2020 by Storm Stone

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Published by Storm Stone at Smashwords

Copyright © 2020 by Storm Stone

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Contents

Part One - Casual Car Sex

Part Two - Casual Car Affair

Part Three - Casual Car Cravings

Part Four - Casual Car Deception

Part Five - Casual Car Punishment

Part Six - Casual Car Debasement

Part Seven - Casual Car Entrapment

Part Eight - Casual Car Redemption

Epilogue

Going Solo Extract of Jemma’s Blog

About Storm Stone

More by Storm Stone

Chapter One

Jemma sat at one end of the bar sipping on her white wine spritzer. It was her first time here at Alfie’s Bar and she’d deliberately arrived early, giving herself time to check out the clientele as the place steadily filled up. She was nervous, her first time visiting this kind of bar, hoping she blended in and no one noticed just how new to this she really was.

As Pink’s rough-edged voice pumped loudly through the club, her gaze was drawn irresistibly toward a secluded booth near the far end of the dimly lit room. There were two men sitting at the booth, one slightly older than the other, but it was the younger man her eyes were constantly drawn to. He must be in his early thirties, she guessed, with an aura of lazy masculinity about him, which was attracting the women in the bar like bees to honey.

While she couldn’t tell the color of his eyes from this distance, she could distinguish the rugged planes of his bone structure when the flashing lights caught his face; the high cheekbones, the defined jaw-line. His hair was quite unusual as well, dark, yet touched with a streaky golden color. Obviously in need of a cut, it brushed against the collar of the open-necked shirt he was wearing.

There were three women at the booth now. A waitress had arrived, bending low over the table, chatting to him. The other two women were hostesses working for the club, Jemma guessed. Both were blonde and busty, simply oozing sex appeal. Jemma sighed, taking another sip of her spritzer. These women were the total opposite of herself; with her small breasts and dark hair, she was way out of their league. Resting her chin on her fist, she continued to gaze at the scene playing out in front of her. The waitress had left while the two blondes continued to do their thing, batting their eyelashes and pouting their painted lips, confident in the knowledge they were every man’s fuck-fantasy. They seemed to know the men well, drinks were flowing and every now and again she would hear loud outbursts of laughter coming from the group.

The two hostesses were sitting up close on either side of the younger man, touching him at every opportunity, and she was sure she saw the one on his right slide her hand beneath the table in the vicinity of his crotch. Jemma frowned, surprised to feel a stab of envy toward the women, especially the one bold enough to fondle him under the table.

His air of sexy arrogance fascinated her, stirring up emotions of excitement and unease. The man was dangerous, there was no doubt about it. Beneath his lazy façade lurked a ruthlessness that was both mesmerizing and menacing. Her skin prickled beneath the stretchy black dress and she looked away, willing the unsettling emotions within her to subside.

The dress she was wearing had been chosen carefully for tonight. She knew Alfie’s Bar was notorious for its casual sexual encounters and she didn’t want to look like a first timer, even if she was one. Spaghetti straps ensured it showed a little cleavage and the length was just above the knee, exactly where she wanted it.

You ready for a top-up, babes? Dee, the friendly barmaid she’d met earlier, asked her.

Thanks, Dee, Jemma responded with a grateful smile. But can you give me some water on the side please? I’m driving home tonight.

Sure, honey.

Dee moved off to select her order and Jemma’s eyes followed the swing of her hips in the tight jeans she was wearing. With her short bleached blonde hair and strong arms covered in graphic tattoos, it was obvious that Dee was comfortable with herself and her sexuality, having no interest in the men who frequented Alfie’s Bar, or any other bar for that matter.

A movement from the booth caught her eye. He was getting up, squeezing past one of the women to get out. The hostess opened her legs and effectively trapped him between them, running her long painted nails along his lower back. He laughed, bracing himself against the table before pulling her hands away and escaping her obvious desire to hold him there.

Jemma didn’t realize she was staring until his gaze locked with hers. Her stomach lurched, anxiety spiking. A mixture of regret and relief brought her back down to earth as he turned away, walking indolently through the throng of people towards the men’s room.

Well, what did you expect, Jemma? she asked herself as he disappeared from view. The man was a babe magnet surrounded by sexy, hungry women. There was no reason for him to go looking for it.

She sighed to herself; this was not going to happen. Deep down she had known she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Her readers were going to be in for a disappointment...

Hey there, pretty lady, let me buy you a drink.

Jemma groaned inwardly. It was the guy who’d been giving her the eye for the past ten minutes — now making his move.

I’m fine, thanks, she smiled politely, glancing at the tall, slim young man leaning against the bar beside her.

He was good looking in a pretty-boy kind of way and he obviously knew it. But she couldn’t help comparing him to the man in the booth and somehow pretty-boy’s rather obvious charms paled in comparison.

Well, then why don’t we skip the drinks and go for a lil’ walk, babes?

Buzz off, dude. Dee came to her rescue. The lady’s not interested, okay?

Jemma gave her a grateful smile while pretty-boy paused, unsure what to do. Dee braced her lean, tattooed arms against the bar, silently challenging him. His baby blue eyes dropped and he shrugged, mumbling something about dykes before walking back to his friends with a swagger.

Thanks Dee. Jemma raised her glass to the barmaid before she moved off to serve another customer.

The place was busier now, even though it was a Thursday night, and Jemma crossed her legs, wondering idly if any of these people had to work in the morning.

Suddenly he was there, making his way towards the bar, his cool, confident gaze holding her in its grip. Jemma grabbed her glass, emptying half the contents in one gulp before he reached her side.

You’re new here, right? His voice was a deep drawl. Even the loud rock music couldn’t disguise its husky edge, hitting her right between the legs.

Yes, she managed, trying to get a grip on herself.

Her voice was lost in the pumping music but he seemed to have heard her for he nodded his head and slowly, blatantly allowed his gaze to drop down to her breasts, then lower. Studying every inch of her body, he took his time over her crossed legs while Jemma squirmed inside, striving for an air of relaxed nonchalance.

You working for Alfie now? His eyes were on her mouth, watching her moisten her parched lips.

No! Her voice rose as she realized just what it was he was asking her.

He smiled and her insides melted; the guy was sex on legs. Good. His teeth were white and perfect, just like the rest of him. ‘Cause I don’t pay for sex.

Jemma blinked, lost for words.

So, he paused, his smile disappearing. You coming?

Damon! Dee shouted over the music and he turned his head. I think Pam and Niki are waiting over at your table.

His expression hardened as he stared over at the barmaid. Mind your business, Dee. His sexy voice, just audible above the Guns N’ Roses shrieking guitar, sounded cold. You’ve got a customer waiting for his drink over there.

Dee glanced over her shoulder at the man holding out a note at her.

Watch this one — he’s trouble, she warned Jemma and walked away.

He straightened up and Jemma’s stomach dropped. He was going to go back to his table, to those sexy women just waiting to pounce on him.

But instead he took a swig from the bottle of beer he was holding, raising dark eyebrows at her. So you coming — or what?

Jemma shifted off the stool. Without giving herself time to think, she grabbed her bag and followed him through the crowd of people, out of the bar.

It was a warm evening with just a light breeze blowing against his face. Jemma stared. He was beautiful, his expression almost brutal beneath the neon lights flashing above them.

Dragging his fingers through his dark, sun-streaked hair, he looked down at her.

My car’s parked in a good spot. He smiled — a predator’s smile.

Jemma held on tightly to the long strap of her bag. She had her pepper spray inside there. But would it be enough to stop a man like him? Was she crazy, coming out here with a virtual stranger? A potential rapist? But she doubted he was a rapist, not with all those women queuing up for him.

This your first time? He asked, watching her closely.

She wanted to lie and tell him that she did casual car sex all the time, but she was a hopeless liar. Besides, something told her this man was shrewd and cynical enough to see through any of her lies.

Yes, yes, it is, she answered, her voice husky, betraying her anxiety.

His eyes were a deep tawny color, feline eyes that seemed to see straight through her. She felt exposed, as if he knew her darkest secrets.

You talk different, he frowned. Where you from?

Jemma smiled, thinking that it was he who talked different. I’m from England — London, actually.

His eyes darkened, dropping to her mouth again and her smile disappeared.

The breeze blew her hair across her face and he lifted his hand, gently drawing the dark strands back and tucking them behind her ear. The touch of his fingers on her skin was electric, her body responding immediately to his casual caress.

Beautiful, he murmured.

Settling his hand possessively at her lower back, he urged her towards the darker, emptier section of the car park. The heat of his palm seeped through the fine fabric of her dress and sweet sensation bloomed between her legs.

Suddenly she didn’t care how stupid or careless this was, didn’t care she was putting herself at risk. All she cared about was feeling his hard body deep inside her, filling her to the max and fucking her brains out like never before. Like one of her wildest fantasies.

The car was midnight blue, big and shiny. Something from the 1950s, she guessed, knowing little about cars. Maybe a Thunderbird? Did she really care? No, except for the fact that it looked spacious inside, which was all that mattered.

As they reached the car he grabbed her, pushing her up against the back door, leaning his tall, hard body into hers. Jemma gasped, her legs ready to buckle. If it wasn’t for his strong body pressing against hers, she would have simply collapsed onto the tarmac like a puddle of water.

You’ve got a very fuckable mouth, he breathed against her ear, and although those crude words should have scared her, they were having the opposite effect.

Fisting one hand into her hair, he pulled her head backwards, lowering his head to cover her mouth with his. Jemma was expecting a hard, punishing kiss, but he was too good for that. Although he was pulling her hair almost painfully, his lips were soft, playful, teasing hers with his tongue. Circling her lips, he sucked the lower one into his mouth. Jemma moaned, impulsively reaching into his silky hair and pulling him closer, thrusting her tongue between his lips.

Damon groaned, slanting his mouth for a better fit, grinding himself against her. She felt his erection, hot and hard against her lower stomach. Shocked pleasure coursed through her; he wanted her, his body told her so. Out of all those sexy, willing women, he had chosen her.

Lowering his free hand to her hip, he circled round to cup her backside. His fingers dug into the cheek of one taut, rounded buttock as he lifted her up against his groin.

Jemma sagged weakly against the car as his tongue plundered her mouth in a long, drugging kiss. Her nipples tightened painfully against the fabric of her dress, wet heat flooding down to her core. He eased himself between her thighs, the bulging erection beneath his jeans finding her mound, grinding his hips against it.

It was too much. It was crazy, but consumed with lust, Jemma wanted him to take her now, up against the car before she passed out with need.

Get in the car and take your panties off, he said, his breathing harsh and uneven.

As he stepped back, Jemma felt her knees buckle, but his knee between her thighs held her up. In one smooth move he shifted her away from the door and pulled it open.

Mind your head.

She hesitated, too weak to move, and suddenly two powerful arms lifted her off the ground, setting her down on the spacious backseat. He was so strong, had lifted her so effortlessly Jemma felt a shiver of fear prickle along her spine. Once he got into this car with her that was it. No going back...

• • •

Damon sensed her uncertainty as he leaned into the car, one hand holding the door open. The light inside had come on. It was a dim light, but it caught her big blue eyes and her swollen mouth as she faced him on the broad backseat of the Caddy. Knees bent up against her chest, her pose was one of obvious uncertainty.

You’re not gonna change your mind now, are you, darlin’?

He was breathing heavily, his cock hard and ready for her, but he had to make sure she wanted it. There was no way he was gonna pressure her, even if she wanted him to. Not his style.

Her eyes widened and his cock twitched as she moistened her lips. She was gonna put the brakes on, he just knew it, almost howling in frustration.

He must look like some wild animal, more than ready for rutting, uncaring where, who or how. But it wasn’t true, he wasn’t an animal and he knew he could make it good for her. Didn’t he always? But not if she decided she didn’t want it. She was new to this, he knew it in his gut. Had known it since she’d walked into the bar, had known it even though she’d been giving him the eye all night.

She was staring up at him now, probably scared he was going to rape her or something, but he didn’t move and her gaze dropped to his groin. He didn’t need to look down to know that his erection was bulging against his jeans and he wasn’t going to try and hide it. It was what it was.

Slowly, she reached out and ran a finger tentatively down the soft denim covering his straining flesh. Damon groaned, his hips jerking forward begging for more. Her eyes jumped up to his, too unsure and innocent for his peace of mind. Then she did it again and his legs weakened. She’d made her move, there was no going back now.

Oh baby, you are not gonna regret this. Pure male satisfaction seeped through him and, dipping his head, he climbed into the car.

She scooted back toward the opposite door, still skittish. But she didn’t protest when he closed his door and the light went out. The car was warm and cozy inside, windows closed, only the sounds of their heavy breathing audible.

I want you to relax, he murmured. Just relax and leave everything to me, okay?

She nodded, taking a deep breath and leaning against the car door behind her.

Damon forced himself to go slow, starting with her feet, gently pulling off her pumps, one by one. Dropping them onto the floor of the car, he caressed each slim foot, taking his time, running his hands from her delicate ankles up her long, supple legs. Her skin was heavenly, satin-smooth, and he heard her gasp, her body tensing when his hands reached her bent knees, easing them slowly apart. But she didn’t stop him. Even with her back stiff up against the car door, her hands clenched, like a fearful animal — she didn’t stop him.

Gently, he kissed the inside of her left knee, breathing in the scent of her body.

You know it’s too late to change your mind, baby, he said softly, moving to her other knee.

She jumped as his tongue licked at the vulnerable skin, long legs widening, just as he’d hoped.

Yes, I know. Her voice was husky, either with nerves or lust — maybe both. I want this, I really do.

It sounded like she was trying to convince herself, but her acquiescence was enough to keep his hands moving along the firm, long muscles of her inner thighs.

His cock was throbbing painfully with the need to bury itself inside her, but he clamped down on it ruthlessly. He would take it slow, even if it killed him. She let out a helpless moan as he ran wet kisses up the inside of her thigh, his senses surging at the sweet sound. He couldn’t remember ever being so hot for a woman. She was beautiful, her body lithe and lissome, made for hot, hard sex. And he was going to give it to her until she couldn’t move, breathe or think about anything but him, driving her wild.

He could smell the warm, musky scent of her arousal now, weaving a sensuous spell around him. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes. She whimpered and raised her hips, inviting him back. Her sexy, black dress was bunched up above her thighs and he could see the plain, black, cotton panties she had not had the courage to take off. Somehow those simple panties were more of a turn-on than any thongs, or crotch-less, lacy, edible underwear he’d ever seen on a woman before.

Spreading her thighs wider and lowering his head, Damon pressed his face between her legs. She gasped, jerking against him then away, but he held her tight. Gripping the soft flesh of her inner thighs, he covered her sex through the damp cotton panties with his hot, hungry mouth.

Her scent went straight to his head; a clean, sensual aroma, unique and totally hers. He rubbed his nose against her slit, breathing in deeply. Locating her clit with expert accuracy, he pressed his mouth against it and breathed out. She began writhing and moaning, her fingers digging into his shoulders, thrusting her core against him.

Please. Oh God! Please— she mumbled incoherently.

The sound of her voice, that sexy accent, drove him wild. He could come just by listening to her voice.

Damon held her still with one hand while his other hand eased inside her sodden panties and found the smooth, slick flesh of her shaven pussy. He had to taste her, now. Her scent, her dampness and her smooth swollen flesh were driving him nuts. He pushed her panties aside, opened his mouth wide and covered her beautiful bare cunt with his lips.

His tongue searched and pleasured the slick folds of flesh, the taste of her going straight to his head. Licking in between her smooth pussy lips, he found his way to her clit. With a slow, steady rhythm he began circling and sucking at that pouting nub of pleasure, using every trick he knew to work her up.

Her hips rose off the car seat, fingers buried in his hair, as she ground her honeyed cunt into his face. Damon circled her moist entrance with his thumb; then swiftly, he pushed a long, rough finger deep inside that sweet opening, hearing her cry out in shocked pleasure.

God, she was so tight!

He felt the moisture gush out as he withdrew his middle finger then thrust it in again, those tight muscles gripping eagerly at him. He growled with the need to feel those clenching muscles around his cock, but still he kept working her with his mouth and finger. Suddenly she let out a high sobbing cry and convulsed, trembling in an orgasm that went on and on and on.

That’s it, baby. Come for me, he soothed against her pulsing clit.

Damon was shocked at how easily she’d climaxed, writhing and bucking beneath him. But he made sure he wrenched every ounce of pleasure from her, sucking hard at that swollen nub while working her with his finger, relishing the taste of her, like warm honey invading his mouth. The woman was fucking addictive.

• • •

Jemma lay shaking and boneless, her naked backside pressing against the soft, smooth leather of the car seat, her brain unable to function. All her senses concentrated between her throbbing thighs. Damon, who had eased her panties down and off, blew softly against her moist, spread sex, sending ripples of sweet pleasure washing over her.

Nothing could have prepared her for the orgasm she had just experienced. Why? Was it him? Was it the circumstances, the car? She had no idea. All she knew was she’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm, and he hadn’t even fucked her — yet.

He was kissing the inside of her thighs now; soft, wet kisses that caused her inner muscles to tighten needily. Despite the shattering climax, her body was still craving more, craving his hot, hard cock inside her. His face was moist and slick against her skin, covered in her juices, and Jemma felt a rush of embarrassment. What must he think of her? But then he pulled back and Jemma was sure he was going to leave. She reached out to him — and stopped short — he was just taking off his shirt.

Dear God, he was beautiful!

His body was solid, like a bronzed statue in the dark shadows. Lean and defined, his sweat-slicked muscles caught the light of the moon. His hair was damp and his face was wet, especially around his mouth.

Suddenly, he was looming over her, big and all too masculine. Once again, Jemma felt a stab of anxiety. This had been just a taste for him, literally, but could she handle any more? She wasn’t so sure.

As if he could read her mind, sense her uncertainty, Damon’s wet mouth covered hers, his skillful tongue mating with hers, giving her a taste of herself, and Jemma arched up against him. Grasping her hair, he twisted it tightly, forcing her head back as he covered her with his heavy, hard body.

She felt the coarse denim of his jeans rubbing against her sensitized pussy. It was rough and dry when she wanted smooth and wet. But she could feel the hot bulge of his erect cock pressing against the fabric, against her flesh, and she moaned in pleasure.

He grabbed her hand pushing it down to the bulge of his jeans. Help me, baby, he urged. Get these damn jeans off of me.

She tried to unbutton them, but her fingers shook uncontrollably. I-I can’t— she choked, unable to meet his gaze.

Fuck — I’ll do it, he said, sucking in air as she fumbled against the soft denim.

He popped the buttons open with ease, allowing his straining flesh to finally spring free. With a grunt of satisfaction he sat up, shoving his jeans down to his ankles.

She gasped as he reached for her, encircling her waist with his big, rough hands, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. Jemma bit back a moan, she was astride him now in a position of command. But she didn’t feel in command, not at all, especially when he bunched her dress in his fists, forcing her to lift her arms, and dragging it over her head.

He dropped the crunched up fabric onto the seat beside them and was suddenly still. She stared down at him, unease seeping into her pleasure.

Damn, he muttered softly.

Her body was slim, she knew that, very different from the curvaceous women in the bar, her breasts much smaller than those busty blondes.

What? She moistened her dry lips.

Nothing, he shook his head, his eyes roaming over her body. "Just — damn."

Jemma’s apprehension eased. Maybe he was in the mood for something different tonight, something less obvious. She allowed herself to relax, her lids drooping, her body still saturated with pleasure from the prolonged orgasm. Lifting her wayward hair up and away from her damp face, she ran her hands slowly down to her sensitized breasts.

He watched her with dark, hooded eyes, stroking her thighs with calloused hands that felt wonderful against her heated skin.

Do you have a condom? she asked, even though she had some in her bag.

Fuck, he swore. I don’t. Wasn’t planning on having sex tonight — not until I saw you.

She reached for her bag, wondering if that was the truth, while he continued stroking her thighs, his breathing labored.

Well I brought some, she pulled one out of her bag and handed it to him. If he wasn’t happy using a condom it was game over, no matter how much she wanted more of him.

Good girl! To her relief he took it and placed it on the seat beside them. I really need to fuck you, baby.

Jemma felt both shocked and thrilled by his crude words. With her legs straddling either side of his thighs, her sex pressed against something huge and hot, she felt wild and wanton and she was doing it with a man! Not alone at home with one of her many sex toys.

Her newfound confidence quickly evaporated as she looked down, down to where their bodies met. He was huge. Fully erect and aggressively bigger than anything she’d ever seen.

Unaware, Damon’s hands had reached her straining breasts, cupping the firm flesh, familiarizing himself with her hardened nipples.

Oh baby, you are so beautiful — I am gonna fuck your brains out, he told her. His amber eyes burning as he watched her tits respond to his touch.

No! She gasped, dragging air into her lungs.

What? He stilled, misunderstanding her reaction. I didn’t mean— Then his eyes followed her widened gaze.

No Damon, I-I can’t. No— She couldn’t drag her eyes away from it.

Shh. Easy baby.

His hands reached up to cup her face, his hot mouth running soft, wet kisses along her jawline before slanting his head and kissing her deeply. She knew he was trying to distract her, and it was working.

Sweet languor was overtaking her again, but a small part of her brain was still working. He was too big. She could never take all of it inside of her. There was just too much of him.

His palms were heaven against her tender breasts, as he cupped and weighed them in his big hands. Her body arched instinctively as he squeezed her nipples hard between his fingers, but the pain retrieved a grain of sensibility and she broke the kiss.

Damon, she panted. I don’t think I can do it — it’s — you’re too big.

He looked deep into her eyes for the first time since they’d entered the car. It’s okay, baby, he soothed, rolling her aching nipples. We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to. You can jack me off, suck me off, anything as long as you stay right here.

Jemma felt both relief and regret as he shifted beneath her. That thick pole of flesh now sliding between her wet opening was exquisite torment. Her body began to tremble as he moved his hips between her spread thighs. She leaned back against the front seat of the car and looked down. Her pussy was spread wide by the enormous girth and length of his monstrously, beautiful, cock. She moved tentatively, sliding her hips back and forth. It felt wonderful. His cock was all smooth, slippery skin, hot and pulsing, but hard. Oh God, so hard.

Damon’s fingers slid slowly down her torso, digging into her hipbones. Thigh muscles hard beneath her bottom, he drove her yearning vulva down onto his engorged shaft. She could hear the liquid sound of flesh against flesh, a moist, sucking sound egging her closer to climax. The bulbous head of his cock cushioned her clit every time he thrust up against it, driving her almost to the edge.

"Yes. Oh God, yes." She hardly recognized her own voice.

His lids were heavy as he stared down to where their bodies met in a grinding frenzy. With his glossy chest heaving as he dragged in air, Jemma was sure he was going to come, but he didn’t. Instead he slid his thumb up against her clitoris and circled it softly. She flopped forward, shaky hands reaching out to lean against his taut shoulder muscles, her body writhing at all these new sensations.

I need to taste these beauties.

He bent his head to her breasts, nibbling at one pouting nipple before covering it with his mouth and sucking hard. Jemma cried out at the piercing pleasure. His hot mouth was pulling greedily at her nipple, causing her inner muscles to clutch and tighten, needing fulfillment. She thrust her hips down hard, desperate for more.

Damon, please!

Please what? he teased.

Please let me come, she whimpered.

And what about me? She could feel his hot breath against her wet nipple.

I’ll do anything — anything you want. Just let me come!

Oh baby, you are so sweet. He began slowly putting more pressure on her clit, knowing exactly how far to go. Building her up steadily, relentlessly, towards another hot, flooding orgasm.

Suddenly, he gripped her hips and lifted her. Trust me, baby.

Jemma cried out in frustration. Trust me? What was he doing? She was so close — so close! He grabbed his cock, positioning it at her opening and slowly, with brutal control, lowered her onto it.

What...? Jemma moaned, long and loud.

That huge bulbous head found its target and eased into her. She sighed. Oh, that felt good. He pushed in a little more, her muscles forced to stretch and accommodate him.

She looked down, wanting to see how far inside her he was, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it, squeezing hard against her delicate jaw. Then he was kissing her, those hard, punishing kisses she had been expecting before, bruising her soft, swollen lips with his hungry mouth, distracting her while he slowly inched his cock deeper inside her, stretching her tight channel wider and wider, her muscles protesting at the burning invasion.

Gripping onto his slick shoulders, she dug her fingernails in deep as the kiss ended and they both came up for air. His body was streaked with sweat, and she was shaking uncontrollably; whether in pleasure or pain — she wasn’t sure.

Dragging air into his lungs, Damon reached down and began teasing her clit with his thumb. Jemma’s nubbin swelled at the attention while he pushed that huge pole in even further.

Damon! She sobbed, I can’t — I can’t take anymore — please.

Easy, baby, he choked. I’m almost there. He circled his hips slowly. Your muscles are made to stretch. You just need to relax—

Relax! she sobbed.

She was stiff, rigid with tension; relaxing was not an option. But he seemed to know her body better than she did, squeezing her clit between his finger and thumb, drenching her in sweet, hot pleasure. Finally, with one last thrust, he was deep inside her.

Christ, he hissed, strong fingers gripping her hips.

Jemma let out a loud cry, which ended in a long moan. Her body taut, afraid to move, breath coming in short gasps as if she’d just run a marathon.

Damon, too, was shaking with the iron control he was holding onto. She could see beads of sweat running down his face. Yet he managed to keep still, aware that her body needed time to adjust.

That’s it baby, his breathing was ragged. You’re more than ready, just move when you feel like it.

Gently he continued to caress her sex; slow, sensual strokes against her pulsing flesh. Jemma released a long, whimpering sigh, her body finally beginning to give in and expand.

She was still sweating and gasping for air, but a weighty warmth was invading her core. He became bolder, rubbing his thumb insistently against her clit, hot liquid seeping between her legs. Suddenly, she needed more, needed to feel that monstrous phallus moving deep inside her, actually fucking her. She circled her hips experimentally and Damon groaned, mimicking her movements in a slow grind.

Continuing to work her clit with his thumb, the painful pleasure of his throbbing cock filled her, pushing her closer to the edge. Her legs were spread wide, wider than ever before, making her feel wanton and shameless, but she didn’t care, it was just too good. She rocked her hips slowly back and forth and they groaned together.

I can’t take anymore, baby, his voice broke. God, you’re as tight as a fist. I’ve gotta fuck you now!

Holding her hips hard with both hands, he lifted her high, halfway off his cock before pushing her down onto the whole, long length of it.

"God, Damon!" She cried, her senses exploding.

Burning pain had ripped through her, but right behind it came a sweet sensation of overwhelming need. He did it again, sliding slowly out of her before dragging her down, thrusting his hips up to grind himself into her. He released a long, agonized groan, losing control as her muscles began tightening and squeezing the length of him.

Faster, he lifted her high and pushed her down. Two, three, four times, until she was mindless; he rammed that monstrous pole into her. Forcing her to take it — and just as brutally — forcing her to love it.

"Oh God!" Jemma’s head bounced loosely with each thrust, her hands gripping the bunched muscles of his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he rammed into her.

Faster and harder he moved, until she felt a dragging pleasure deep inside her, flooding up and outwards, engulfing her whole trembling body. She was being swept up by a storm of cruel pleasure, her body bucking and twisting like an animal trapped on a spike. Panic suffused her as she tried to escape the physical force of it.

Breathe, baby, breathe. He instructed in a rasping voice and Jemma forced herself to do as he said, dragging air into her starving lungs.

Damon was shoving wildly as his erection swelled, on the brink of his own orgasm, while Jemma’s spine stiffened into a long arch, a high keening sound escaping her. Finally, waves of convulsing pleasure tore through her body and she let go, succumbing to the force of it.

Oh yes, baby, that’s it. Come for me, come.

Damon was right behind her, thrusting savagely, until suddenly he bucked beneath her. His head pulled back as he climaxed, his body arched and jerking as Jemma collapsed trembling against him. Tears streamed from her eyes, her muscles continuing to tighten and squeeze, milking every last drop out of him.

• • •

Damon’s hands were shaking against her slim hips. She was spread out weakly on top of him, her slim body twitching and quaking as aftershocks echoed through her. Still inside her, his semi-hard cock did not want to leave the tight, warm fist of her convulsing cunt. He caressed her silky, damp skin with hands that trembled. They were breathing in unison now, deep, satisfied breaths of air.

She let out a little moan and he sensed she must be in pain. Sorry, baby. Are you sore?