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"Going to Kenwood? Or somewhere close? I'd really appreciate a ride."
He leaned over the empty passenger seat, peering at her through the open window. She looked gorgeous, in a tank top that barely covered the straps and sides of her bra underneath it, and high waisted jean shorts that looked painted on her, snug against her full hips. He felt his lips react automatically at the sight of her, lifting into a smile.
"Happy to give you one, doll. Hop in."
With his heart pumping fast and hard already, knowing what was coming, he watched as she opened the door and slipped into his car, letting out a soft, relieved sigh. He ate up how her thick thighs spilled in the seat, so much of perfect, bare skin.
Fucking delicious.
"Eyes on the road, sir."
"Just doing some sightseeing."
She rolled her eyes at him before turning to the window. The car purred to life, and he felt her curious eyes on him, most likely tracking the new tattoo on his forearm, the ink rippling with every flex of his muscles. She wasn't quite used to it just yet.
During her perusal she noticed something else. "Married, huh? What will your wife think of you picking up beautiful hitchhikers?"
He couldn't help another smile. He did love it when she spoke about herself that way, owning and admitting her devastating beauty. "She'll approve. She's all about helping women in need."
"Hmm, really."
"Oh yes."
She thinned out her lips, squinting her eyes. "What's your name?"
"Why? So you can text it to a friend? Should I tell you my insurance number while I'm at it?"
"Don't need to do that. I already sent her the number of your license plate," she lied smoothly.
He chuckled, hoping he appeared casual despite his whole body tightening. Not yet.
Three more miles before he could stop at their designated spot.
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine," he said. She stayed silent for a few seconds, perhaps thinking of an alias to use. Perhaps wondering if he'd use one.
"I'm Nyra," she offered eventually. He glanced her way, lingering on her overflowing cleavage for a few seconds, then back to the road.
"Huh. Pretty. Just like you." She fidgeted in the seat, but he kept his eyes in front of him. "I'm… Dom."
She snorted out loud, not even attempting to hide it.
"Well, Dom, it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise, Nyra."
She looked out of the window again, and he could practically hear her call him ass in her head. He was an expert at reading her face at this point.
The thought warmed him.
"You're traveling lightly. Is that little handbag all you got?" he continued the small talk, stretching the tension, the anticipation.
"I left everything at my friend's house. I just needed to run an errand."
"Right. Completely plausible."
Her lips thinned out, most likely holding a curse in. She was fucking adorable.
They stopped at a red light, and he slid one hand off the steering wheel, dropping it to his lap, next to his quickly hardening cock. The fucker knew what was coming. Knew this cat and mouse play well, knew the kind of reward waiting for them.
When the car was on the move again, he noticed her leg bouncing up and down, and before he could ask if she had second thoughts, she said, in a breathless, small voice, “Wait, this isn’t the right way.”
Daemon squeezed the wheel tighter, looking right ahead, a blank stare firmly on. “It’s the quicker way.”
As the line of trees appeared, and he turned sharply onto the bumpy forest trail, she gasped, jerking in the seat. “No, no… Stop. I - I want to get out. I’ll walk. Stop the car.”
He drove for another few yards, his little passenger breathing heavily next to him, until he stopped, killing the engine. And a few seconds before she turned and pawed at the door, he tapped the screen in the dashboard, locking all the doors effectively.
She swallowed audibly, trembling in the seat, not meeting his eye. “Come on, don’t be such a bore. We can have some fun together.” He reached with one hand, dragging his fingers down her arm, watching goosebumps erupting in the wake of his touch. He licked his lips.
“I - I want out. Now.”
Despite the arousal surging in his veins, the shaky, scared voice still made his heart clench. He forced himself to not let it distract him.
She knew her words.
He trusted her to use them.
“Come here, doll. I’ll make it good for you, promise. I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.”
She jiggled the door handle furiously. “Fuck you!”
“And we’re on the same page. Great.”
He reached for her with both hands, but she slapped them away, breathing fast, climbing to the backseat, trying both the doors there, growling under her breath when neither gave away. He smirked before following after her. She kicked at his shin when he tried covering her with his body, and he hissed, trying to trap her legs under him.
“Feisty, aren’t we, doll?”
There was enough space, the great advantage of investing into a car large enough to transport all their children comfortably. He tore one strap of her tank top down, along with the bra under it, the top of her tit spilling out before his eyes, and without thinking, he sank his teeth into the soft skin.
Rhaenyra squeaked under him, her hands trying to push him away from her, smacking his shoulders, but it barely moved him. Then she froze, and whispered, “Oh, wait. Wait.”
He only pushed her farther into the backseat, digging his twitching cock into her stomach.
Through a moan, she gasped, “Daemon! I - I need pasta! Pasta!”
Immediately, he stopped, pulling back to look at her, eyes sweeping over her face and body. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, breath still labored. “Yes. I just realized… We can’t… . We’re picking up the kids from my father later!” Her nose scrunched adorably. “They’ll be sitting right here. I can’t… That’s too weird. I can’t do that to them.”
Daemon breathed in relief, letting out a chuckle. “Right.”
“Those poor souls.”
“Uh-huh. I get it.”
He lifted himself off her, stuffing his body back to the front of the car. With one tap he unlocked the door, glancing over his shoulder at her. “Everything else okay?”
His wife gave a soft smile. “Yeah. All good.”
Reassured, he nodded. And said, “Run along then, doll. I’ll give you a headstart.”
Without a second to spare she shot out of the car, clumsily trying to fix her tank top. Daemon stared after her a few seconds, praying the forest was as empty as it always had been on their previous scoping missions.
Well. If not, they’d give some lucky fucker a performace of their lifetime…
Or they’d call the cops on them.
Well. Only one way to find out.
Casually he got out, locked the car and headed in her direction. He was in no rush, continuing on the trail they’d taken so many times before, holding hands, giggling to each other.
The stark difference to today only made him harder.
Daemon caught up to her quickly, finding her easily, her run slower now than when she’d shot out of the car, her breathing loud. When she heard the leaves and twigs crunching behind her, she gasped, trying to pick up her pace again.
But he didn’t let her get away again.
She needed to save her breath.
He crashed into her back, wrapped his arms around her and took her body down, whipping them over before she could fall on the hard ground. She yelped, trashing, clawing at his arms. “Let go! Let go, you fucker!”
Rolling on top of her, he secured her legs with his thighs. She stared at him with wide eyes, her silver locks messy and dirty, spilled over the forest floor. His heart beat like a drum, pumping blood straight into his cock.
His eyes dropped to her fantastic chest… and noticed immediately the change; her breasts were not as high and formed as before, held up by the bra… and there were no straps sliding down her shoulders anymore.
That little minx. With a growl, he ripped the tank top right in the middle, her tits spilling out, both nipples hard and dark pink. He cupped them in his rough hands, tearing a moan from Rhaenyra’s mouth.
“Get. Off!” She trashed her hips upwards, trying to throw him off, but he was holding her firmly, securely.
“I will, my little doll. I’ll get off, and use your pretty cunt to do it.”
“No!”
She tried slithering away from underneath him, but again, even such a tactic bore her no fruit. He squeezed her breasts harder, digging his fingers into the pale flesh.
“Such a pretty little thing you are,” he breathed, his hands greedily pawing at the soft skin of her stomach, over the pale lines his love had been so self-conscious about. Fuck, she was so gorgeous, her every inch… perfection. He stuffed his hand into her shorts, finding her curls immediately; the little brat hadn’t worn any panties!
“Stop! Please!” she yelled, and for a second, he worried about the volume of her cries. But then his fingers dipped into the wetness between her legs, and his brain short circuited.
“Oh, oh, look at you… My little doll likes this, doesn’t she?” She shook her head, eyes teary. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’re soaking my fingers. Such a good little slut.”
He pulled back enough to drag his jeans down - Rhaenyra wasn’t the only one forgoing underwear, rightly assuming it’d only get in the way - and she took advantage of the sudden freedom, turning on her belly to crawl away from him.
He was back on her the next second, flattening her to the ground again. “ No. Bad girl. You’re staying right here.”
“Fuck you! Fuck. You! Help! Someone help!”
The cops were definitely coming today.
He dragged her shorts down over her ass, abandoning them as soon as he was able to reach her cunt. He forced her thighs open just enough, and pressed his hard, throbbing cock to the two globes.
“I’ll fuck you until you cum on my cock,” he growled, surging forward, again and again, sliding his length against her wet lips, never allowing himself to slip in. “You’ll cum so good for me, and you’ll hate me for it… And you’ll hate yourself even more, doll.”
“No, please! Please - don’t.”
He grasped a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back to whisper in her ear, “Anything else you want to tell me, doll?”
He could barely see her eyes, but they fell closed at his words, her throat bobbing with a swallow. She was dirty and muddy in the face, too, cheeks lined red from twigs scraping against her skin.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
“Please,” she whined, wiggling under him. “Don’t do this. I - I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
His breath shuddered out of him, and holding her still, he finally pushed his cock inside her, making her cry out. It was snug, her legs too close together, but her cunt was dripping, welcoming him home easily, greedily, clamping down on him. He groaned into her ear, instinct driving him to kiss her skin anywhere he could.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Such a tight little cunt. You’ll make me blow so fast, doll.” He pushed her struggling shoulders into the ground, the squirming of her ass only making him slide in deeper. He palmed one of her cheeks where it nuzzled his cock, pulling it to the side to stare at her ass, at her pink cunt swallowing his cock.
He’d never grow tired of this sight.
Letting go of the soft skin, he grabbed her hair again, holding it tight in one hand like a leash, his hips pummeling into her ass hard, trying to drill himself farther into her, so deep she’d never get him out, she’d feel him every second of every day, until he got to fill her again.
“Daemon, ah, fuck,” she groaned, writhing as much as his weight on top of her allowed, and he knew by the way she’d broken character she was close already. He chuckled breathlessly. His greedy little wife.
He delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making her scream, making her cunt squeeze his cock tighter, and he almost blacked out.
“Yes, yes, such a good little slut, ready to cum, aren’t you?” He pumped into her harder, his hips snapping in a fast, rhythmless pace. She moaned pitifully into the leaves, clawing at him, at the dirty ground. And he fucked her into it, sweat gathering around his hairline, spine tingling with his own impending orgasm.
“Oh, oh, please… please!”
He slapped her again, the crack echoing in the vegetation around them, and once he sunk his teeth into her neck, applying just enough pressure, just enough pleasure, she peaked. Screamed and whined and shook in his arms, her body melting and finally relaxing, the only part of her still active her cunt, trying to milk him of his spend.
He would not deny her this.
Letting go of her hair he squeezed her ass with both hands, digging his fingers in, watching his cock disappearing inside her, watching their bodies joining again and again… until the tension in his loins snapped.
He fell forwards, keeping himself off of her with one shaking arm on the floor, as he filled her soft body.
“Oh, fuck. My good little doll. Fuck.”
His forehead fell to her back, still covered by the shredded tank top. His heartbeat was loud in his ear and his mouth was dry, but he still slurred, “Okay, baby?”
He felt her sigh more than heard it, and a slight movement of her head suggested she nodded. For a few more seconds he stayed there, buried in his wife. When he was able, he lifted his head to examine her properly. And he asked her again.
She said, this time looking right at him with a small smile, “I’m good. Just… there’s a lot of things digging into my tits right now.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.”
He forced himself out of her perfect cunt, helping her to her feet, both of his arms around her. There was more dirt and pink lines and blotches on her chest, and he made a low, pitying noise. “My poor baby. I’ll make it all better at home, yes?” He kissed her forehead, not caring one bit about the dirt on it.
She chuckled. “I thought I was supposed to be the nurse next time.”
“Hmm, we’ll see.”
He took off his plaid, throwing it over her. She snuggled into it and then into him, sighing heavily. “Oh, I’m exhausted. That was… something.”
He smiled, adjusting his arms around her to hoist her into his arms. She squealed and protested for a second or two… but then she laid her head on his shoulder, letting out another, much more satisfied sigh.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, starting to walk back in their car’s direction. “Before the cops show up… Again.”