Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

Sex On The Go

"Dallas, why did you pull into an empty parking lot?" Cynthia asked.

"Just for a little break, what do you think baby?" Dallas said as he scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, leaning in for a kiss.

She pushed him away, "Dallas, I don't know..." Cynthia trailed off. 

Dallas pulled her into a hug and rested his chin on her head. "Cynthia?" Dallas asked.

"Hmm?" She hummed.

Dallas pulled away from their hug, "Can I show you what it's like to be loved?" Dallas asked.

Cynthia began nibbling on her lower lip as Dallas approached. As he leaned in closer and closer, she didn't move away from him. Dallas felt as if he couldn't breathe because the air between them was almost too thin. Cynthia's chest moved quickly up and down. Was she tense? Scared? Dallas had no idea. Their foreheads were pressed together.

"I'll stop if you want," Dallas said quietly, "but I'd never do anything to you that you're not comfortable with."

It took her a few moments to respond, and when she did, it was more of a hushed whisper. "I'm fine," she croaked, "you can go on."

She was definitely nervous. Dally's words, along with his actions, had her flustered and confused.

Dallas nodded and pressed his lips against hers. When he pulled away, it was only for a split second before he returned and kissed her deeply again, this time more passionately. He crawled between her legs after softly pushing her back and keeping his lips on hers. Her fingers tangled in Dally's hair as she reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck. As her fingers tugged gently on his hair, he let out a soft groan.

He drew back from her, a small amount of saliva dripping from their lips. Cynthia's eyes were hazy with lust and bewilderment.

"I promise," Dallas said quietly, "I've got you."

She nodded her head. Leaning back down, Dallas attached his lips to her neck and started leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along the nape. Softly sucking and nibbling on her flesh, Dallas felt his cock harden at the sound of her breathy moans. Dallas bit down on her neck and she gasped, jolting forward, her chest pressing against his. Her nipples were hard. Dallas swirled his tongue around the spot he bit down on before biting down on a different spot, repeating the process.

"Dallas," she whimpered.

"That's a good girl," Dallas said, returning his gaze to her.

Dallas snatched the rim of his shirt and yanked it off, exposing his toned chest. Her gaze lingered lower, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she scanned his body. Dallas laughed and reached for her shirt. She lifted her arms, allowing Dallas to pull the shirt over her head, exposing her pale skin. Dallas groaned at the sight of her breasts. They were perfect, like beautiful clouds. Dallas barely licked one of the hardened nipples before arching her back and rolling her eyes to the back of her head. Dallas had her lips again, this time hungrily kissing her.

He pulled her out of the seat and into his lap, breathing heavily as he resumed kissing down her neck, tracing the purple hickeys he'd previously left. Dally's hands fumbled with his zipper first, his cock yearning to be free of its restraints. Dallas lifted himself off the seat a little and pulled his jeans down, not bothering to lift her off of himself.

Cynthia wrapped her arms around Dallas, tugging at his hair as she kissed him passionately. He snatched her sweatpants and legacy panties and dragged them down, his hands grazing her bare skin and making her shiver. She was completely naked in front of him at this point.

"God damnit, Cynthia," Dallas groaned, "you're so fucking gorgeous."

As she watched Dallas pull his boxers down, finally releasing his growing member, she let out a soft laugh.

Dallas drew up alongside her and pushed her down onto him, groaning at the sensation of her tight walls gripping him. Cynthia buried her head in his shoulder and moaned softly as Dally filled her up. Dallas thrust his hips back and forth for a second, their skin slapping against each other.

Small pants were escaping her mouth as she tightly gripped Dally's shoulders, keeping herself upright despite being drilled into. Dallas was able to bury himself deep into her sweet little cunt despite the fact that he wasn't moving very fast right now.

"Holy fuck," Dallas groaned, "that's it, baby."

Dally's pace quickened as she began bouncing herself up and down; the car began to rock slightly as a result of the movement inside, but they didn't mind. Cynthia's moans became more erotic and lewd; she sounded almost angelic, and Dallas relished the fact that he was the one who made her feel this way. Her head dropped back as she rode Dallas, meeting each thrust from him.

He moved his left hand up to the back of her head and gently pulled her hair back, just enough to get her to turn around and face him. After everything she'd been through, Dallas didn't want to hurt her. She groaned as she felt Dallas yanking her hair.

"Fuck, Cynthia, you sound so beautiful," Dallas groaned and drew her closer by her hair so their brows could meet. "Such a sweet girl for me, huh?"

Her body shivered as she could only nod.

"Dallas, I'm almost there," she whimpered.

"Let it go, baby," Dalla groaned, "I've got you."

Cynthia was euphoric as a result of those words and the quickening pace of Dally's thrust. She screamed and shook her legs violently as she came all over Dally's cock. Dallas held her in place with one hand on her side and the other tangled in her hair.

Dallas smacked her perfectly plump, sweaty ass with his hand off her back. She yelped, slamming her hips into Dally's, making him groan. Dally turned them over so that he was on top of her, giving her ass a few more smacks, just enough to please her.

His gaze danced across her sweaty body as he began to pour kisses onto her face and thrust deeper into her.

"I can't, Dallas," she whined.

"Shh," He muttered, holding back a string of curse words as he felt her walls close in around him, "You've got this, baby. Come on, let's go."

Dallas repeatedly slammed into her, removing his cock all the way to the tip and then slamming back into her. Her hips arched as her eyes rolled back. Dallas could feel himself nearing his climax as he watched her, her dripping cunt swallowing him over and over again.

Dallas cooed, "Cum one more time for me, I know you've got it in you."Cynthia couldn't form any more words, all she could do was nod her head and let Dally coax her with sweet words. Soon her body spasmed again and her legs shook harshly. Her screams rippled through the air, but Dally didn't bother covering her mouth to hide them. He didn't care if people heard and he didn't care if that caused people to come over to see what was happening; all he wanted was to be focused on Cynthia.

Dallas yelled, "Fuck, baby, I'm going to cum."

Dally's thrust became sloppier, and he watched her body go limp as sweat pools formed on her chest. He thrust three more times into her before pouring his cum into her fleshy, pink walls, coating every inch.

"Fuck!" "Oh my God, fuck!" exclaimed Dallas.

Dallas came to a halt, unable to sustain his high for long. Cynthia was panting profusely. He yanked himself free of her and drew her to his chest. As she gasped for air, she rubbed soft circles on her back.

"I know, I know, baby. I'm right here, just take a deep breath."

Cynthia rested her head against Dally's bare, sweaty chest when she finally caught her breath. As he watched her look up at him, he cracked a tired smile.

"My baby did so well," Dallas exclaimed once more.

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Her glistening skin glowed in the moonlight, the cool air chapping her dry lips making her lick them repeatedly, her breasts heaving up and down as she took in large amounts of air. Her black hair was sweaty and clinging to her beautiful face. Dallas reached his hand down and stroked her cheek.

"I love your body, Cynthia," Dallas said quietly, "You're so fuckin' beautiful. I'll never be able to replace you. I'm only interested in you."

Cynthia chuckled and closed her eyes, clearly sleepy.

Grabbing the blanket Dally had discovered in the trunk, he draped it over himself and Cynthia and sighed. She buried her face into his chest and closed her heavy eyes. Dally was lulled to sleep by the sound of her heart.