Her body snapped upright.
His hands locked on her hips.
Another knock. Louder. More direct. Closer.
“f**k. Fuck.” Christopher hissed, panic hitting like a freight train. “Get the f**k down. Now.”
Vivian froze. “I can’t! I’m still! you’re still inside me!”
“I’ll pull out, sweetheart, but I swear to God, if you moan, we’re both fucked.”
He shoved his hips back, and his c**k dragged out of her slow, slick, obscene, his c*m leaking out with a messy squelch that made her eyes roll back for a second and her mouth fall open.
“Don’t you dare make a sound,” he growled.
And then, bam, he shoved her down between his legs, forcing her to curl under the dashboard in the cramped space beneath the fogged-up window, her hair falling over her face, her cheeks flushed and wet with sweat, and the sce
