Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

He grabs my arms and pins them over my head. Shoves his cock into me and slams me back
against the seat.
He fucks me roughly, but he teases my clit while he does.
When my orgasm hits, it hits hard. A scream bursts out of me, and I melt against the seat. My
body is hot and sticky, and I can feel Calvin’s cum between my thighs as he pulls out and sits back
down on his side of the seat.
Breathing hard as I recover, I close my eyes. I should care that I’m lying here with my legs
spread, Calvin’s cum leaking out of me on the expensive leather seats. I feel like I should feel selfconscious
about it, like maybe he’ll think I’m sloppy.
But then Calvin reaches over and rubs his cum over my entrance. He pushes his thumb into me to
push some of it back inside and impossibly, stirs the tension he just released.
“I thought you were being a good girl tonight,” he says, his voice gravelly.
My eyes widen and I look up at him. “So did I. Am I not?”
He scoops up another trickle of cum that leaked out and shoves it back into me with three fingers.
“All of this should be inside you. Can’t have you wasting it.”
Something stirs. Something foggy, almost a memory. It feels like déjà vu, but I can’t place why,
so I ignore it. “Actually, I’m pretty sure it should be in a condom. I can’t remember if I told you this
or not—seems like I must not have—but I’m not on birth control. This is outrageously risky behavior.
I would appreciate if you would start using condoms.”
“No,” he says.
I frown. I thought I worded it enough like a request, but even if I didn’t, who cares? This isn’t a
sex thing, it’s a real life thing with long-reaching consequences. He should be as invested in not
getting me pregnant as I am—more, actually, because he’s the one with a fuckload of money, and I’m
the one he would have to pay child support for the next 18 years.
I guess he wasn’t satisfied with my delivery, though, so I add, “Please.”
He looks over at me, but doesn’t answer.
He pushes the last bit of cum back into my pussy, then uses his thumb to rub my clit.
My brain tells me to be more persistent, but pleasure convinces me to close my eyes and let him
drive out all my thoughts.
He makes me come again, and it’s only when I recover from that orgasm that I realize the car
isn’t moving.
I’m on my back so my view out the window is a bit skewed, but I realize it isn’t changing, either.
“Are we there?” I sit up, moving my legs off Calvin’s lap.
Before I get all the way up, he plants a hand on my chest and shoves me back down.