I shake my head no, but my hips buck up, grinding my soaked thong against the hard bulge in his jeans.

He tears the thong off in one rough pull, the fabric rips loud in the quiet garage, cold air rushing over my dripping pussy.

His belt clinks, zipper rasps down, and out comes his cock: thick as my wrist, flushed deep red, veins throbbing, a big drop of precum already trailing down the shaft.

He wraps his fist around it once, smears that drop, then slides the head through my folds, coating himself in my wetness.

No condom. We ditched that pretense months back.

He positions himself and thrusts...