𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 {𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬}

𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘧𝘪𝘭-𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘵 || 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦

⚠︎ smut ⚠︎
☁︎ fluff ☁︎
☺︎︎ humour ☺︎︎

𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨

𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙟𝙤𝙗 (𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚

"i can't believe i let you talk me into this." i smile. "it's over five hundred miles."

"calm down, the bryce canyon national park is beautiful and it will all be worth it." he says, pulling out of the driveway. "every single mile."

"okay, when we get there, we might have to fuck. that's a long time without sex."

he smirks. "how about this: i will fuck you in the backseat every couple dozen miles until we get there?"

my jaw drops.

"you'll have zero swimmers left, babe! you cannot fuck that much. that's like twenty times." i point out.

"don't test me, baby." he says, making me laugh. "we'll stop soon at mcdonalds or something to get a quick breakfast."

"sounds great."

"i'll buy." we say simultaneously.

he smiles. "seriously, i will buy."

"robby, you're paying for most of the gas, the least i could do is buy you food." i point out.

"fine, fine." he huffs. he always hates when i pay for food. and he hates it even more when i win.

about ten miles down the road, robby's hand snakes up my leg.

"it hasn't been a couple dozen miles yet, sir." i say sarcastically.

"i said that we would fuck every twenty four miles or so. is this fucking?"

"no." my voice gets lost somehow as he finally reaches my pussy, after what felt like an eternity.

"i can feel you." he states.

"wh-what?"

"i can feel how wet you are. how hot and bothered you are for me."

"robby, please, just-" i cut myself off when his fingers dip into my shorts.

"holy shit, baby, you're fuckin' dripping."

i throw my head back and it sinks into the leather of the head rest slightly as he circles my clit with his middle and ring finger.

"such a slut for my touch, aren't you?" he teases.

i nod quickly and slide off my shorts.

"i can't hear head nods, sweetheart."

"yes, i'm a slut for your touch."

he buries his fingers inside my cunt and slides them in and out. my wetness creates a clicking sound that fills the car, but it's slightly muffled between the air conditioning and my underwear that's in the way. at this point, he just needs to rip them off of me.

my hands grip the hand rest on the car door and the middle console. "fuck, keep going, i'm gonna cum."

"cum for me, my love. you're such a good girl."