"Let me out of this fucking car." I say sternly.

"Why do you do this shit to me?" I'm not understanding his question right now. "Huh?" He yells louder at me as if I'm supposed to answer his dumb ass question.

"Watch your fucking tone."

"Or what Anastasia?" He takes a brief pause before continuing. "You drive me fucking crazy you know that? Fucking insane. I told you to stop your behavior and you didn't listen, instead you go fuck yourself on a stage in front of a bunch of horny mafia bosses. Like a damn-"

"Like a what? A whore? Or let me guess, were you going to call me a slut? I do whatever the fuck I need to do to protect myself and my sister. I don't care if you don't like what I do, go fucking cry about it." His rough, calloused hands grab my chin harshly , forcing me to look at him now.

His breathing is heavy and his eyes are filled with hate and desire? "Stop talking, fuck."

"I hate you." I spit out. At this point, my breathing has increased and I really just want to get out of this car. As I'm about to say something else, I feel his lips on mine and I felt an instant relief. Like I've been longing for this. Have I?

It took me a few seconds to grasp onto whatever the hell is happening right now but I kiss him back. And as much as I loathe him, this feels so good right now.

I climb on top of him, instantly feeling his boner against my clit as I straddle him. "Fuck." I breathe out. Everything feels so heightened with him and it's so addicting. He's addicting.

His cold hands roam under my dress and all over my body, making me feel hot. " Don't do that." His voice is raspy. Our lips continue to move in sync but I want more. I want him.

His large hands grab my waist and begins to move me against him. "Don't make a sound." He commands. I can't help it. I'm literally fucking him without fucking him.

I can feel his erection grow larger as he makes me grind against him. I can literally come like this right now. "Alessandro if you don't stop I'm going to-" He connects our lips again to silence me and I struggle to kiss him back. Heat begins to stir up in my stomach and I can feel it coming.

"Fuck Anastasia."

I involuntarily moan against his neck and he lifts his hips to add more friction. "I said don't make a sound."

"Oh my god. Please." I whimper. My head throws back. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Fuck, touch me. My god." These words coming out of my mouth are words I have never said. I don't beg and somehow for him I do. He bites my skin before speaking.

"You want me to do that?" Of course he wants to be difficult. "Say the magic word, Anastasia."

His hand reaches down and presses hard against my underwear. "Ahh fuuuuck," I slur. He starts to move his fingers in circular motions and holy fuck.

"You're so wet for me already huh," He whispers in my ear. "Say please." He's so annoying, but I want this, I need him right now.

"Please, fucking please." Right when I say it, he instantly pushes my underwear to the side revealing my slit to his fingers.

"God you're soaking." He grunts. My eyes screw shut from the feelings I'm feeling right now.

I have never whimpered nor begged from a man ever. But fuck this feels so damn good....

"Open your eyes." Once again I do as I'm told and I open my eyes and look down just to see his fingers inside my soaking pussy. The image itself could make me come all over his hand right now. His mouth connects to my neck making me feel a mix of sensations right now, I can barely breathe.

Just as I thought this couldn't feel any better he uses his other hand to grab my hip and make me grind on his fingers.

"Oh my fucking god....Alessandro,"

"You like that?" Fucking hell. This isn't enough.

I reach my hands to his belt and struggle to unbuckle his belt. "I need you inside of me." I say with a shaky breath.

After I successfully undo his pants, he slightly pulls them down revealing his cock to me. Still as big as fucking ever. I don't know how that shit fits inside of me.

"What's wrong?" Alessandro says with a cocky smirk.

I chuckle at his cockiness but continue to kiss him.

"Here." He lifts me by my waist and points his tip at my slit.

"Wait fuck," I'm already moaning and he's not even in me yet. I grab his dick and insert it inside of me and we both gasp at the contact.

Words can't describe this man's skill.

He throw his head back against the headrest with his eyes shut as I ride him. I move my hips back and forth and all around, letting me feel every inch of him. The sound of my ass slapping on his thighs fill the car, along with the music.

"I'm going to fucking-" He grunts.

"Me too, fuck."

I push once more on his cock to let both of us finally release, and we both come. I rest my head on his shoulder, my chest heaving up and down. His rests his hands on my ass and sighs.

After a couple seconds I climb off of him and back into the passenger seat. His dick covered in all of my juices, mixed with his own. I put my hair back into its clip and put the straps of my dress back on.

Feeling like the devil, I lower my head down and lick his dick clean from his cum and mine, pushing my tongue around his tip, knowing that its sensitive right now. He groans and grabs a fistful of my hair.

Minutes later, his fluids shoot in my mouth and the bitter saltiness gives me pleasure. I look up and he looks down at me with that look. The look that would make me fuck him all over again.

I gain self control and get up from his cock and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, flashing a naughty smile to him.

"You like me like that?"

He simply smirks at me and just continues to stare.

We are so fucked.

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Early in the morning's when I think about you

I hit you like what you sayin'

And the morning when I wanna fuck you

Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin'

I could fuck you all the time

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