Justin's POV
I smirked, dragging my fingers over the soaked fabric again, pressing harder this ti, watching her body tremble beneath .
"Co on, June," I murmured, my voice low, rough. "If you want it, say it."
Her lips parted, a whimper slipping out, but she hesitated. So, I pressed down harder, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit.
"Say it," I commanded, my grip tightening around her wrists, keeping her pinned beneath .
She gasped, her body arching, legs shaking. "Please," she finally breathed, voice breaking. "Justin, please—"
That was all I needed.
I yanked her panties to the side, wasting no ti slipping two fingers inside her, groaning at how fucking wet she was for .
"Fuck, June," I growled against her throat, my fingers moving rough, fast, curling deep inside her. "So damn tight."
She cried out, her hips bucking up against my hand, chasing the pleasure. But I wasn't letting her have control—I slamd her hips back down, keeping her trapped beneath .
"You take what I give you," I murmured against her ear, biting her lobe before sucking on the skin just below it, hard enough to leave a mark. "Understand?"
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in broken gasps. "Yes—yes, Justin, please."
I chuckled darkly, pulling my fingers out just to tease her, rubbing her entrance, not giving her what she so clearly needed.
"Look at you," I taunted, loving how wrecked she already was. "Dripping for . You wanted to forget, right?"
I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at , my lips brushing hers but not quite kissing her.
"Then let ruin you."
Her breath hitched as I spread her legs wider, my grip bruising as I held her in place. She was trembling beneath , desperate, panting, her body completely under my control.
"Look at you," I murmured, dragging my fingers along her soaked heat, teasing, making her squirm. "So fucking needy for ."
She whimpered, trying to move her hips, but I slamd them back down against the leather seat. "Stay still," I ordered, my voice rough, dark. "You don't get to take. You take what I give you."
Her nails dug into my shoulders, and fuck, that only fueled more. I didn't ease her into it—I plunged two fingers inside her, curling them deep, rough, fast.
"Justin!" she gasped, her back arching off the seat, but I didn't slow down.
No, I fucked her with my fingers the way I was going to fuck her with my cock—hard, relentless, no hesitation.
Her walls clenched around , her breath coming in sharp little cries as I added another finger, stretching her, making sure she felt .
I grinned against her skin, biting her collarbone. "That's it, baby. Take it. Let feel how bad you need ."
I didn't stop. I didn't slow down. I wanted her to be ruined, to not rember anything but this—the way I touched her, the way I owned her.
Her hands clawed at my hoodie, desperate, wild, trying to pull closer. "Justin, please—"
I pulled my fingers out suddenly, making her whine in frustration, in desperation.
"You think you get to tell what to do?" I growled, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at . "You said you wanted to forget. So now, you take what I give you."
She nodded frantically, her lips trembling, and fuck if that didn't make my cock throb painfully.
I grabbed her thighs, lifted her up against the car door, and without warning, I slamd into her, stretching her in one brutal thrust.
She scread.
Fuck, she was tight.
"That's right, baby," I groaned, my fingers digging into her skin, keeping her pinned. "Take every inch."
I didn't give her ti to adjust—I pulled back and slamd into her again, rough, deep, making sure she felt .
She was clinging to , nails scratching, moaning against my neck, her breath hot and uneven. But I wasn't slowing down. I fucked her like I was claiming her, like I was branding myself into her body.
"You're mine," I growled into her ear, each thrust making the car shake. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Justin, I'm yours—!"
I captured her lips, kissing her hard, punishing, as I thrust into her over and over, until the only thing she could do was hold on and feel.
Got it—let's take it up a notch. More roughness, more dominance, more raw intensity.
Her body clenched around so tight I nearly lost my mind. My grip on her hips was brutal, my fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her exactly where I wanted her.
I slamd into her again, deeper this ti, forcing her to take every inch of . She scread my na, her nails dragging down my back through my hoodie, but I didn't let up.
"Scream my na," I growled against her ear before biting down hard on her shoulder, making her cry out.
She felt so fucking good—too good—but I wasn't done. Not even close.
I ripped her dress further down, exposing her breasts completely, and without hesitation, I wrapped my mouth around one hardened peak, sucking, biting, my tongue flicking against her sensitive skin until she was writhing beneath .
I felt her body tensing, that telltale shudder, and just when she was about to co, I pulled out.
"Justin!" she gasped, looking at , dazed, desperate.
I smirked darkly. "You don't get to co until I say you do."
She whimpered, frustrated, but I was already flipping her over, pressing her front against the car window.
I pushed her dress up over her hips, fully exposing her to , and fuck—this was mine. All of it.
I brought my hand down hard against her ass. Smack!
She gasped, her body jerking forward.
"Justin—!"
I didn't let her finish. I spanked her again, harder this ti, watching her ass jiggle beneath my palm.
"You like that?" I taunted, grabbing a handful of her ass, squeezing hard before landing another slap. "You like being handled?"
She moaned, her hands pressing against the window for balance. "Yes..."
"That's right, baby," I growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so her ear was next to my lips. "You love it when I take what's mine."
I didn't wait—I shoved back inside her, so fucking deep she cried out, her back arching as I pounded into her.
Each thrust made the car shake, the windows fogging up, her moans growing louder. I reached around, grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing roughly, my fingers pinching her nipple, making her shudder.
She was wrecked—moaning, shaking, barely able to hold herself up, but I didn't stop.
I spanked her again, her tight walls clamping around , and I knew she was close.
"You gonna co for ?" I whispered darkly, my teeth grazing her ear. "Co while I'm fucking you so hard you forget everything?"
She whimpered, her body trembling. "Yes—please—Justin!"
I grinned, tightening my grip on her hips, and slamd into her one last ti—
She shattered, screaming, her body clenching around so tight I groaned, my own release slamming into like a fucking freight train.
I stayed inside her, my hands gripping her, holding her in place as we both ca down from the high.
She was panting, her forehead pressed against the glass, her legs shaking.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered—
"Now, what do you rember?"
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