Wild Bastard

27

Everybody has their breaking point. When emotions can no longer be contained and erupt outward with a boiling hiss. When all that is going on around us loses all meaning, concentrating only on the degrees that make the boiling water spurt out of the vessel.

In my life, the boiling point is reached at this very moment. The fire that set me on fire from within was none other than a goddamn bastard. An arrogant bastard who, from the first meeting, I wanted to kill, but at the same time was curious to know what he was like on the inside.

I don't know whether it was recklessness, based on the fact that someone had done a meaningful act for me for the first time in my life, or weakness in front of Matthew. But at that very moment, when he pulled me out of the car, I realized that I could no longer resist. I didn't want to. For once in my life, it was vital for me not to decide for myself, but to obey.

And it's hard not to obey Matt. It's almost impossible. It is like trying to give up air and not breathe. I tried to cover my nose, but I shuddered inside every time the insolent bastard came near me and made me unclench my fingers with little effort to take a sip of no... not oxygen... HIM!

Matt's tongue rams hard against my mouth, and his hands press powerfully against my waist, tugging my shirt off and tossing it in an unknown direction.

A wave of sharp, even painful desire rushes straight down my belly, accumulating in one place.

I bite Matthew's shoulder just as he rips my bra off with a crash and sends it off after my T-shirt. He turns me around with my back to him and presses my naked breasts against the cold metal of the car.

A loud shriek leaves my lungs, and a swarm of goosebumps runs down my skin. I squeez shut, feeling my breeches slide down my legs.

My knees grow weak and wobbly. My sanity cries out that I'm an idiot. All these years of taking care of myself, and all for what? To give myself up to a High Roller on the street? On the side of the road?

And I don't care! This may be the first and last time I do this. Or maybe not. Who knows where I'll end up in ten years. But I know for a fact that if Matthew had wanted to fuck me before, he would have done it. We slept under the same roof more than once, but he let me make my choice. And I made it.

"Bend over, Rie..." My ass cheeks are covered in stiff breath.

The guy's palms squeeze them and pull them apart. The state of total insanity prevents me from even analyzing his request and, accordingly, from complying with it.

Oh, shit! The light goes out in my eyes when Matt jerks my leg sharply to the right, pushing it to the side, and pulls on my hips, forcing me to sag.

The crackling of the lace fabric dissolves into the night, and then my crotch is electrocuted as the sharp tongue slides along the hypersensitive folds. Instantly I'm weak and almost disoriented.

Matthew growls gutturally.

"I'll continue later" I hear right above my ear. A stone hardness presses against my buttocks through a layer of athletic shorts. "I want to get into you so badly!"

Brazen hands cover my breasts, teeth dig into my neck. A second, and I find myself facing him. I rub my hard nipples against his sweat-covered chest.

It feels like the energy of the entire globe has piled up inside me, and if I don't let it out, it will tear me apart. It is throbbing between my legs, my heart trying to beat a jackhammer in the number of beats per second. With trembling fingers, I pull the elastic off his white shorts and let his heavy cock out. I swallow nervously. It's not the first time I've seen a guy with his pants off. But not even every third guy can boast of such a size.