Chapter 12 Xandros's Trash

• "Fuck me..." my growl echoed off the narrow car windows and back to me. But it was less a plea, more the frantic scream of a captive in love with her executioner.
• Xandros leaned down, leaving a mark on my neck with a kiss so hard it sank his teeth into my collarbone, while his hands gripping my hips pulled me closer.
• His enormous tool completely withdrew from me, thrusting back deep inside with a terrible slurping sound against my soaking wet groin. With each withdrawal, my skin shivered with the cold air; with each entry, that boiling heat scorched all the walls inside me. The slurping, wet sounds of flesh had completely exhausted the oxygen in the car; the harsh, muffled sounds of our skin colliding were deafening my ears.