The time I teased him the whole time on a walk so he’d relentlessly fuck me when we got to the car [FM]

The crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks, but the thrill of a planned afternoon walk with him was warming me from the inside out. It wasn't our usual routine – typically, we'd skip straight to the good stuff – but I had an itch, a mischievous one, that needed scratching. He was already leaning against a tree at the edge of the trail, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. My stomach fluttered a little, anticipating the game I was about to play.

"Ready to clear your head?" he asked, pushing off the trunk. "Oh, I think my head's already pretty clear," I purred, letting my gaze linger on his body, knowing exactly what I was implying. He chuckled, a low rumble that always sent a shiver down my spine.

We walked for a bit, the fallen leaves crunching underfoot. The path was narrow, letting our arms brush, his hand occasionally finding the small of my back. I could feel the tension building between us, a familiar hum. We rounded a bend, and a patch of sunlight filtered through the canopy. He stopped, turning to face me, his eyes dark with intent.

"You're awfully quiet," he murmured, stepping closer. I leaned into him, letting my body language do the talking. His hands went to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard ridge of him pressing against my hip through our jeans, already getting excited. My heart thumped. "God, he's so easy," I thought, a smug smile tugging at my lips.

He lowered his head, his gaze locked on mine, and I knew what was coming. I parted my lips slightly, tilting my head, inviting him in. Just as his mouth was about to meet mine, I subtly shifted my hips, letting my hand slide down between us. My fingers found the denim covering his growing hardness, and I gave a slow, deliberate rub. He sucked in a sharp breath, his lips brushing mine, but I pulled back an inch, just enough so our mouths didn't quite connect.

"Tease," he rasped, his voice rough. I just smiled, pulling my hand away, my eyes sparkling. "Are you sure you want to go any further?" I whispered, my voice laced with mock innocence. He groaned, shaking his head. "Oh, he's so desperate," I relished the thought.

We continued walking, but the air was thicker now, charged. Every so often, I'd lag back a step, letting him turn, waiting. When he did, I'd press myself against him, wrap my arms around his waist, and lean in for a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue would plunge into my mouth, urgent and seeking, and I'd kiss him back with equal fervor, letting my hands roam over his back, pressing him closer. But always, always, just as things threatened to escalate, I'd pull back, gently but firmly. My fingers would brush over his straining fly, a light, teasing caress, before I'd step away, pretending to admire a tree or point out a bird. Each time, I could feel his frustration grow, a delicious weight in the air. He'd let out low growls, or just squeeze his eyes shut for a second. "He wants me so bad," I thought, my blood singing with the power of it.

Once, I even stopped him against a thick oak, pressing my body into his, grinding my hips just slightly. His breath hitched. "You're killing me," he muttered against my neck, his hands gripping my ass. "Am I?" I breathed, letting my fingers trace the hard line of his shaft through his pants. I felt him twitch beneath my touch. Then, with a playful tap, I pushed off him. "Come on, let's see what's around the next bend." The look on his face was a mix of agony and arousal, and I couldn't help but grin.

By the time we made it back to the car, the sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows. He unlocked the doors, and the second I was inside, he reached across the console, his hand finding my thigh, squeezing hard. "That was… torture," he said, his voice strained. I chuckled, reaching over to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "Did you enjoy it?" "You know I did," he groaned, before leaning in and claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss, all the pent-up frustration pouring into it.

He drove to a secluded spot, pulling the car deep into the trees and cutting the engine. The silence was thick, broken only by our heavy breathing. He turned to me, his eyes blazing. "Okay, no more games." I just smirked, unzipping his jeans slowly, my fingers brushing against his waistband. He groaned, his hips instinctively pushing forward. I pulled him out, a thick, throbbing length, already glistening. I took him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the head, tasting him. He let out a low moan, fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me down. I sucked and licked, feeling him throb against my palate, growing harder with every stroke. I could feel the heat radiating from him. My cheeks ached, but the feel of him twitching in my mouth was exhilarating.

His other hand slipped under my skirt, pushing my underwear aside, fingers gliding over my wetness. I gasped against his cock as his thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, then pressing firmly. My hips instinctively bucked. He started to finger me, deep and steady, while I continued to work on him. The combined sensations were overwhelming, making my vision blur. "Oh god," I whimpered around him. His fingers found my G-spot, pressing hard as he continued to pound into me with his fingers. My body tensed, a scream building in my throat. "Fuck!" I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy clenching around his fingers, squirting hot and heavy against them. He kept his fingers inside, letting me ride the wave. "Good girl," he managed to say, his voice thick.

I broke away from his cock, breathing hard, my body still trembling. He didn't hesitate, his fingers never leaving me. He just kept working me, pressing and rubbing, finding that spot again. I was still so sensitive, and the pleasure was immediate, building even faster than before. "Again?" I gasped, barely able to form the word. He just grunted, his thumb moving faster, harder. My hips began to buck uncontrollably, my back arching off the seat. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" I screamed, my second orgasm hitting me with a force that made my entire body seize, my pussy gushing. He finally pulled his fingers out, slick and wet, letting me collapse against the headrest, panting.

"Go into the back so I can fuck you" he demanded I nodded and obeyed. When he made it to the back he was already unbuckling his belt. He pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, his cock springing free, thick and engorged. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up onto his lap and pulled my skirt up, exposing me. I was still pulsing, wet and ready.

He pushed into me, slowly at first, filling me completely. I cried out, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I felt every inch of him stretch me. "Fuck… you're so tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. He waited a beat, letting me adjust, before he began to thrust. Slow, deep strokes that hit me exactly right, making me moan with every single one. I grabbed his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more.

He accelerated, pounding into me, the rhythm growing frantic. My pussy gripped him tightly with every thrust, milking him. "Oh god, oh god, yes!" I whimpered. He tilted my hips up, hitting my G-spot perfectly, over and over. I could feel myself getting close again, the familiar pressure building. "Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low growl. I screamed his name, my orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing around him, a torrent of hot liquid gushing from me. He didn't slow down, just kept thrusting, driving me higher.

I was still coming down from that one when he started to pick up speed again, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. He was hitting me so hard, so deep, that I could feel the shocks reverberating through my core. My world narrowed to just his cock inside me, the relentless pounding. My mind went blank, only sensation remaining. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again," I gasped, no longer caring how many times I came. He just slammed into me, harder, faster. I screamed, my orgasm ripping through me, my legs clamping down on his hips, squeezing him tight.

He let out a guttural roar, his body tensing above me. "I'm close, I'm so close," he grunted, his breath ragged. He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck, pushing one final, deep thrust. "Cum with me," he begged, and at that exact moment, as his body shuddered and he began to flood me with his hot cum, my pussy clenched around him, sparking another orgasm. It was an explosion of pleasure, the feeling of him filling me, warm and thick, as I convulsed around him. It was a perfect, messy, glorious climax.

He collapsed onto me, panting, still buried deep inside. I kept my arms locked around him, savouring the feeling of him slowly deflating, his cum still pulsing within me. After a few minutes, he stirred, pulling out slowly, leaving me feeling hollow but utterly satisfied. I reached for a tissue from the glove compartment, wiping myself down, feeling the sticky warmth on my inner thighs. He just watched me, a small, triumphant smile on his face.

"That was… everything," I whispered, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. He hummed, pulling me close against his side, his arm heavy around me. "Just what we needed."

We stayed like that for a while, the quiet hum of the night broken only by our breathing. My body still thrummed with the echoes of his touch, and I knew I'd be feeling him, quite literally, for a while to come.