Forty-seven

"I already told you not to piss me off!" - she said, holding my neck.

"I-I'm waiting!" I struggle to speak, my throat tight.

"Expecting me to explode at you and hurt you?" she asked through clenched teeth.

"N-no..." I denied. -Waiting for you to do what your body is begging inside!

His red eyes stare at me full of desire and doubt, finding my lips soon after. There he began to imagine his fingers entering my wet mouth, making me covet the rest of his warm body.

His desire and all the pressure he was feeling make him take my mouth, flooding my lips with his tongue, in a hot and wild kiss. He doesn't let go of my neck, he remains attached to it while he bites my lips taking advantage of my body with his other hand that was removed from the glass. You could feel his agony, the desire, the hunger he had tried to squelch.

I wasn't afraid of him, in fact I felt like a doll ready to be used however he wanted. If he wanted to shake me, turn me on my side, or hit me, I wasn't going to stop him. He knows how to give me pleasure, he knows how to do things that even I don't know.

— Get up!

I open my eyes feeling him push the bench along the rail, giving us more room. He moves to my seat stepping over the gear, grabbing my waist like it's a toy. His strong hands turned me onto the bench, pulling me to my knees on the leather and my breasts on the back. I hug that expensive pillow beauty, daring to look back and see what he planned to do to me.

"I've never been so glad you were wearing a skirt!"

I don't have time to watch his ideas, because in that second he slipped his hand under my skirt finding my bottom. My face by itself turned against the bench, muffling the energy that his touch caused me when he squeezed my buttocks in an overwhelming desire knowing that after that grip of his hands would register on my sensitive skin.

"A-are you really that angry?" - I sighed as I asked with my back to him.

- Why? -she asked putting one of her knees on the same bench, leaning her chest on my back. -Am I hurting you? -she said putting her hand under my shirt.

"N-no..." I replied with a moan, feeling his fingers touch my nipples.

"Then I guess I'll have to try a little harder!"

Those words lead him to lower his right hand between my breasts, sliding through my navel until reaching my intimacy. Luckily for him, I've always been very careful with my body and would never dare put on the same panties I wore yesterday, so that meant I had to be very careful that no one noticed that I was naked under that skirt.

— Mila... -he said touching me. -Tell me you weren't naked all this time...

But he as a zealous and jealous male, he wasn't going to let that go even if we argued while he fucked me.

- What's the problem? I turned my face to the side and met his blue eyes. -I thought you'd like it! I say giving him a peck on the lips.

"Were you going to enter the Palace wearing only a short skirt?"

"It just makes it easier...

Not forming that answer correctly, causes his hand to move away from my intimacy, grabbing my neck again.

- EASY? He groaned, squeezing my throat, his lips pressed to my ear. -Easy for who, Mila?

"The only place I want him to put that anger is in the spot between my legs!"

- You! - I answer taking his hand, the same hand that squeezed me, taking it to the place I wanted.

I push his claws through my smooth and lubricated intimacy, gaining his attention, which immediately pierces me with two of his fingers. He sticks, moves, takes my pussy and slides quickly across my clit making my nails mark the leather of the seat. I wasn't sparing moans and as for the first time we were alone my sound only made him more horny wanting madly to stick his member in me.

He takes his hands in his pants putting me in agony for wanting his fingers to keep touching me.

"W-why did you stop?" - I ask distressed.

"Who said I stopped?"

If that was a question it was obvious there would be no answers, their actions barely gave me room to think, or speak. This time he doesn't even care about taking my clothes off, he just pulls my skirt to the middle of my waist like those porn actresses who get fucked with the cloth stuck in the middle of their body.

When his member touches my buttocks and his hand plunges into my breasts, my pussy throbs as she already knew his greatness and strength. I was already wet enough, even dripping my liquid, for him to eat me. That's when hot bites begin to run through my neck, where his hand takes hold of his sex, sliding it through my buttocks marked by her grips, pushing that thickness into the crevice of my sodden intimacy.

"God..."

As soon as he crosses me, my entire body squirms causing my lips to part in pleasure. Right next to my sound, he echoed in my ear the delicious sensation he felt when his thickness was covered by my moisture, embracing his member.

"Fuck..." he sighed, thrusting into me. -Why are you always so tight... -he complained.

"I-is this...is this...bad?" I moan clutching the bench.

"It's fucking delicious!" - he replied throwing himself with more force.

The car rocks as we both moan in pleasure and fuck like horny lovers for each other. His bare arms hug my body, supporting his hands on the bench just to be able to firm up and deepen my sex faster.

"Ben..." I moan his name calling him. -I-I want to be on top... -I ask.

"And I want you to stay exactly as you are!"

He risks doing something that for him might be familiar, but for me is totally new.

— P-please —

My head is thrown back hitting his shoulder, as soon as his middle finger next to the ring creates circle movements on my clit, passing through it at the same time as his cock willfully hit my G-spot.

Being penetrated was already too good, now being fucked while playing with your most sensitive point was the apex.

"M-my God..." my eyes turned.

"I've risked masturbating before, but doing those two things at the same time is extremely suffocating!"

"That...continue..."

My torment comes to an end preventing my distress call from finalizing. My entire intimacy tightens as my cum is released causing it to slow down.

The windows were fogged up as our heat filled the air inside the car. The rain was falling outside and our sweat was running inside, along with the liquid between our sexes that collided.

I didn't get to see what I had done, but my hand had moved by itself during the time he penetrated me, going to his thigh where I squeezed it with pleasure.

"I'd give anything for that car to have more room!" He moaned in my ear.

— The only space you need is between my legs, begging to feel your milk flow through it!

"Stop, Mila..." he warned happily. -You are -

Bad luck is what defines this exact moment, when we are both surprised by a bright light, interrupting his speech.

- CUM!

Two taps on the car window with a huge flashlight make us go crazy and fumble inside the small space.

— COVER YOUR FACE! -he throws me his blouse and I quickly get ready covering my face with the cloth.

Soon I hear him walk out the door zipping his pants, his body warm under the drops of rain.

"God...shame on you!"

This is the ultimate, the end of the well. I went from zero to one hundred.

"What will my husband do to me when he finds out that his wife was making out with his best friend, in the car, in the weeds?"

— Good afternoon, sir — -when he turns to face the person, his mouth shuts.

Tulio (Policeman)- BENJAMIN? he yelled in surprise.

— Túlio... -he is shocked.

Túlio- What are you doing here?

"Yeah... I... I was... uh... taking a call!" - he said all wrapped up.

The policeman's flashlight turns back to the car window and I turn around seeing the light through my blouse.

Túlio- Okay... -he said noticing his lie. -You better go, Benjamin!

- Yes! - agreed.

Túlio- I don't want to see you here again! - warned seeing him return to the car.

"You won't!" - she said agreeing. - Good afternoon, Tulio! He left, getting into the vehicle.

Túlio- Bye, Benjamin...

- Cum!

"Are we in trouble?" - I ask placing my fingerprint on the panel.

"I can't believe I'm going through this!" - commented angry, returning to the track.

- You? - I retorted. -I don't know if you noticed, but I'm also inside the car!

"Do you think he cares about you?"

I don't like the words he uses.

— Look how old I am to be fucking a girl in a car... -he complained.

- You got to be kidding me! -I'm pissed.

“Why do you think I'm joking?

I hate it, I hate the fact that he shows so much interest and once he gets what he wants, he dismisses me like I'm nothing.

"If I hadn't played those little games-"

"FUCK YOU, BENJAMIN!" I throw his shirt against his face.

— ARE YOU CRAZY? - he said looking at me and the road.

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?"

We argued inside the moving car, while the heavy rain beat on the glass.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO ASSHOLE?"

- I? - he retorted. -I'M NOT THE ONE WHO HAS A TITLE TO PRESERVE!

— IT WAS YOU WHO CAME WITH THOSE LITTLE HANDS ON ME!

— I AM A MAN, MILA! she said.

- What do you mean by that? -deep breath.

— I don't need to care about my image! - she replied.

"No, no, no!" - I warn. -Say what you wanted to say, because I know that's not what you insinuated!

“Okay, you're right! - she agreed.

"Then speak!" -command. -He speaks!

"For you to freak out?"

"Benjamin..." I close my eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Mila? - pretends to be sound. -You're a woman, you're beautiful, hot as fuck and it's not easy if... if -

“Control yourself?

- AND!

This discussion wasn't about me, it was about any other woman he found beautiful.

"So this is all just because I'm pretty?"

- What? - gets confused. -I did not say that! -denied. -Why do you women keep putting words in our mouths?

"It could be anyone, could it be Benjamin?"

We pass through the Palace gates and head towards the main entrance.

"I don't understand where you're going...

Just today this man has given me a thousand reasons why I should stay away from him.

"We're here!" - he said turning off the car.

I go downstairs full of brusqueness, closing the door with a terrible force. He, who had been confused by the dialogue and even more confused by my attitude, got out of the car running just to reach me, grabbing my wrist.

- Wait! - he asked holding me.

- Let me go! - I try to pull my arm back, but he is stronger than me.

“Why are you so mad?

“I'm just tired, Benjamin!

- Tired?

“It doesn't matter, none of that matters. In the end I'll be alone anyway! - I say managing to free myself.

— Mila! - called.

- Leave me in peace!

Just the minute he tried to pick me up again, my butler threw open the main door, crashing into both of us.

“Your Majesty? he - he stared at me confused. -Wh...wh...how did you get out here?

No one knew that I had left the castle.

"Lord Bennet!" - He examined it suspiciously.