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“Shit,” Nico yelped, flinching away.

Jason jumped as well, but kept quiet.

I smirked as I suddenly had all the leg space available to me, and spread out.

“No hanky-panky in the back seat,” Kara said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied.

By the time we reached the bar Marcos wanted to have lunch at, I was a dripping mess in my jean shorts. There was no way I wasgoing to be able to sit through lunch with one of my best friends and not flirt back, or touch, the men around me. It was going to be torture on another level.

Marcos parked the truck and everyone started climbing out. As I turned to get out on Nico’s side, Jason snaked a finger through my belt loops and yanked me back. I let out a quiet yelp, and Nico smirked as he shut the door in my face.

Jason pulled me back, so I was on my hands and knees on the bench seat with my ass in the air. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, darlin’?”

I gasped as the sound of his deep voice sent shivers racing down my spine.God damn this man’s voice.

His fingers slid up my thighs and into my shorts, pushing my thong to the side, he sunk two fingers into my sopping core in one hard thrust of his wrist.

“Oh fuck.”

“Dirty, dirty whore,” Jason muttered. “I bet you’ve been thinking about taking us all day, haven’t you? This greedy little cunt has been crying for attention since we showed, hasn’t?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, unable to deny it any further.

I heard the hit before I felt the pain—the sharp smack to my ass—as Jason growled. “You’ll address me as, sir.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied immediately. I moaned as his hand rubbed over my stinging flesh, soothing away the pain.

“You’re going to let me fuck you in this truck.”

It was a statement, not a question, yet I found myself answering anyways. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckled darkly before he pulled his hand from my cunt. His other hand slid around my waist and started unbuckling my shorts. I quickly helped him, my core clenching for his pierced cock. My shorts were yanked down to my knees a second before he slammed into me.

The way my soul left my body as each and every piercing dragged over my clit and then my g-spot upon entry—and the silent scream I let out as I dropped to my elbows. He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or get accommodated to his size before he pulled back out and pounded into me.

“Jason,” I cried out.

The smack to my ass should have been expected, but I jumped all the same. “Excuse me?”

“Sir,” I mumbled.

He spanked me again. “Don’t forget it again.”

I whimpered and fell from my elbows to my chest on the back seat, leaving my ass in the air and at his mercy. His fingers dug into my hips as he used my body as he pleased, pistoning in and out like a god damn jack hammer.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted.

I was a mewling, whimpering mess. Tears poured down my face. Never in my life had I felt such pleasure—besides my last time with them. Jason knew exactly how to touch me. His pierced fuckingcock stroked every damn erogenous zone inside me. I could feel myself leaking down my thighs—I was so fucking close.

A keening wail left my lips as slammed into me harder. My orgasm crashed over me, my body shaking as my cunt clamped down on him.

He groaned, following me over the edge, his hips stuttering to a stop.

We panted as we caught our breath, Jason still inside me. I sighed as my entire body relaxed into the seat cushion. Jason rubbed a hand over my back, before he slowly pulled out. I groaned as each piercing rubbed against my delicate skin. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was soft, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to live inside your cunt.”