Ride or Die

Part 4: Bang

"This is good. Stop here," Tommy said. You drove for nearly and hour until you were in the sticks. He directed you down several winding roads, past fields of corn and over narrow bridges until finally you came upon a secluded spot in the woods.

You parked the car near the edge of a creek and cut the engine. Now what? Tommy's gun was still pointed at you, as it was the entire ride. Any flirtations or passing glances were tainted by the barrel of that cool iron staring at you. You wondered what he planned on doing with you. Would he kill you so you wouldn't squeal to the coppers? Would he let you go or leave you out here in the middle of nowhere. The anticipation was eating at you. He just stared out the window almost as if he forgot you were even there. Maybe you could run while he was distracted by the view, his thoughts or whatever it was that made he seem like he was a million miles away. You weren't much of a runner though and these damn heels would probably just sink into the soft ground. That reminded you.

"You said something about giving me money?" you asked, breaking the awkward silence. Your voice seems far too loud for such an intimate setting. He couldn't be more than two feet away.

Tommy turned to look at you, grinning gradually. He sized you up and down then reached into the back seat, producing a bundle of cash. He tossed it into your lap and cocked his head you.

"Think that's enough for some new shoes?" he asked somewhat patronizingly. You grabbed the bundle with delight. It was a thousand smackeroos! You've never had your hands on so much money.

"Definitely!" you said excitedly.

Tommy winked then opened the door and stepped out, breathing in the fresh and fragrant air. You had a nice view of his rear end in those trousers. You bet a you could bounce a pretty penny off of it.

He turned around quickly and caught you staring once again. You climbed out of the driver seat, doing your damnedest to control your blush.

"You'll need some new dresses too," Tommy said.
"Do I?" you asked, peering at him over the roof of the car.

"I'm afraid I might rip that one right off of you," he responded.

Your mouth opened slightly. Did you just hear him right? Then you got a glimpse of a maddening hunger in his eyes and you knew your ears didn't deceive you. Truth be told, the dress would come off willingly, but you liked the idea him tearing through to get to you...as long as Handsome fronts for a new one.

You came around the front of the car and placed your hands on your hips.

"See, here I thought you weren't afraid of anything," you said with sass.

Tommy burst out laughing and came to you so quickly, your mouth was already covered with his by the time your heart gave its next beat.
He was forceful and domineering in his affection, grabbing fists of flesh as if you were already his for the taking. He pressed you against the car, devouring your lips and neck and any exposed skin his could get his mouth on. You matched his verve, a bit to his surprise, especially when you snapped off his suspenders and fumbled with the button of his trousers. He gave a delighted laugh against your lips and reached beneath your dress to snatch your underwear.  He yanked them off you and tossed them over his shoulder with a satisfied smile.

"Careful, Handsome, or you'll be buying me new undergarments too," you purred then finally freed him from his pants. You clutched that rear end you'd been admiring earlier. Yep, just as you thought- hard as a rock. And that wasn't the only thing.  All the poking at the bank lived up to its promise.

You palmed him greedily.  That delicious pistol he was packing was going to fill you up nice and good.

Tommy groaned at your heavy petting and grabbed his own handful of ass, hoisting you up onto the wheel of the car. He smashed his lips against yours with an insatiable need. You clung to his sweaty neck and wrapped your legs around his waist impatient to be filled by his gorgeous girth.

"Not so much an angel, are you, doll face?" Tommy growled against your lips, frenzied by your restless wiles.

"Oh I'm a good girl, Handsome. Let me show you just how good," you breathed and brushed your ready and willing entrance against him. His mitts grabbed you roughly by the waist and shoved himself inside you. You let out a loud and lingering moan into face. His smug smile only broadened at your pleasure. You liked his cockiness. It was different than most men you knew. He wasn't afraid to take what he wanted and you admired him for it.

You leaned back against the hood of the car as Tommy thrust himself harder. His hands roamed over the fabric of your dress, squeezing your breasts.

"Rip  it off me," you panted, "like you said."

He bit his lip and tore the front of your dress open. You wiggled the fabric off your shoulders and propped yourself up on your elbows.

Tommy took care of your brassiere, sliding the straps down so he could get his paws on your flesh. He held onto to both breasts and kicked his rhythm into a higher gear.

You threw your head back and gasped at the friction. It was fast and thrilling just like him.

"Say it," he commanded you. His jaw was clenched so tight, it made the vein in his temple bulge. He looked even more becoming, so chiseled and charming in his features.

"Don't stop," you whispered. Your breath was escaping you so rapidly, you felt like swooning.

"Louder!" he shouted then brought your knees to rest on his shoulders. He laid into you with that ravenous and maniacal grin, taking all he wanted of you.

"Don't stop!" you screamed without any bluff. Each pounding set you closer and closer to exploding. You gripped his forearms and dug your nails into his skin. He grunted in response but that only made you dig that much deeper, drawing blood and a wild, wide-eyed look from him.

"Fuck!" he hissed and tried to rip his arms away but you laughed and only clung tighter. You bucked against him, moaning and gasping in pleasure. Tommy slowed down, watching you with wonder. His engine sputtered to a stop as he placed his lips against you knee.

"Good girl," he groaned.   You giggled at his elation. 

You slid off the car and attempted to gather your dress around yourself but to no avail. There weren't even any buttons left to make it functional.

Tommy leaned against the car, catching his breath. You enjoyed the fact that you were so much more put together in this moment than he.  This bad boy may have just met his match.

"Having some trouble?" he asked, eyeing your tattered dress with satisfaction.

You marched over the passenger side and opened the door.

"Come on, Handsome. You're taking me shopping...and you're driving."