Justin's POV
I smirked, dragging my fingers over the soaked fabric again, pressing harder this time, watching her body tremble beneath me.
"Come on, June," I murmured, my voice low, rough. "If you want it,
say it
."
Her lips parted, a whimper slipping out, but she hesitated. So, I pressed down harder, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit.
"Say it," I commanded, my grip tightening around her wrists, keeping her pinned beneath me.
She gasped, her body arching, legs shaking. "
Please
," she finally breathed, voice breaking. "
Justin, please—
"
That was all I needed.
I yanked her panties to the side, wasting no time slipping two fingers inside her, groaning at how fucking
wet
she was for me.
"Fuck, June," I growled against her throat, my fingers moving rough, fast, curling deep inside her. "So damn
tight
."
She cried out, her hips bucking up against my hand, chasing the pleasure. But I wasn't letting her have control—I slammed her hips back down, keeping her trapped beneath me.
"You take what I
give
you," I murmured against her ear, biting her lobe before sucking on the skin just below it, hard enough to leave a mark. "Understand?"
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in broken gasps. "Yes—yes, Justin,
please
."
I chuckled darkly, pulling my fingers out just to tease her, rubbing her entrance, not giving her what she so clearly
needed
.
"Look at you," I taunted, loving how wrecked she already was. "Dripping for me. You wanted to forget, right?"
I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at me, my lips brushing hers but not quite kissing her.
"Then let me
ruin
you."
Her breath hitched as I spread her legs wider, my grip bruising as I held her in place. She was trembling beneath me, desperate, panting, her body completely under my control.
"Look at you," I murmured, dragging my fingers along her soaked heat, teasing, making her squirm. "So fucking needy for me."
She whimpered, trying to move her hips, but I slammed them back down against the leather seat. "
Stay still
," I ordered, my voice rough, dark. "You don't get to take. You
take what I give you
."
Her nails dug into my shoulders, and fuck, that only fueled me more. I didn't ease her into it—I plunged two fingers inside her, curling them deep, rough, fast.
"Justin!" she gasped, her back arching off the seat, but I didn't slow down.
No, I fucked her with my fingers the way I was going to fuck her with my cock—hard, relentless, no hesitation.
Her walls clenched around me, her breath coming in sharp little cries as I added another finger, stretching her, making sure she
felt
me.
I grinned against her skin, biting her collarbone. "That's it, baby. Take it. Let me feel how bad you need me."
I didn't stop. I didn't slow down. I
wanted
her to be ruined, to not remember
anything
but this—the way I touched her, the way I owned her.
Her hands clawed at my hoodie, desperate, wild, trying to pull me closer. "
Justin, please—
"
I pulled my fingers out suddenly, making her whine in frustration, in
desperation
.
"You think you get to tell me what to do?" I growled, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at me. "You said you wanted to forget. So now, you take what I
give
you."
She nodded frantically, her lips trembling, and fuck if that didn't make my cock throb painfully.
I grabbed her thighs, lifted her up against the car door, and without warning, I slammed into her, stretching her in one brutal thrust.
She
screamed
.
Fuck, she was
tight
.
"That's right, baby," I groaned, my fingers digging into her skin, keeping her pinned. "Take every inch."
I didn't give her time to adjust—I pulled back and slammed into her again, rough, deep, making sure she
felt
me.
She was clinging to me, nails scratching, moaning against my neck, her breath hot and uneven. But I wasn't slowing down. I fucked her like I was claiming her, like I was
branding
myself into her body.
"You're mine," I growled into her ear, each thrust making the car shake. "Say it."
"
Yours,
" she gasped, her voice breaking. "
Justin, I'm yours—
!"
I captured her lips, kissing her hard, punishing, as I thrust into her over and over, until the only thing she could do was hold on and
feel
.
Got it—let's take it up a notch. More roughness, more dominance, more raw intensity.
Her body clenched around me so tight I nearly lost my mind. My grip on her hips was brutal, my fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her exactly where I wanted her.
I slammed into her again, deeper this time, forcing her to take every inch of me. She
screamed
my name, her nails dragging down my back through my hoodie, but I didn't let up.
"Scream my name," I growled against her ear before biting down hard on her shoulder, making her cry out.
She felt so fucking good—too good—but I wasn't done. Not even close.
I ripped her dress further down, exposing her breasts completely, and without hesitation, I wrapped my mouth around one hardened peak, sucking, biting, my tongue flicking against her sensitive skin until she was writhing beneath me.
I felt her body tensing, that telltale shudder, and just when she was about to come, I
pulled out
.
"Justin!" she gasped, looking at me, dazed,
desperate
.
I smirked darkly. "You don't get to come until I
say
you do."
She whimpered, frustrated, but I was already flipping her over, pressing her front against the car window.
I pushed her dress up over her hips, fully exposing her to me, and fuck—
this
was mine. All of it.
I brought my hand down hard against her ass.
Smack!
She gasped, her body jerking forward.
"Justin—!"
I didn't let her finish. I spanked her again, harder this time, watching her ass jiggle beneath my palm.
"You like that?" I taunted, grabbing a handful of her ass, squeezing hard before landing another slap. "You like being
handled
?"
She moaned, her hands pressing against the window for balance. "Yes..."
"That's right, baby," I growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so her ear was next to my lips. "You
love
it when I take what's mine."
I didn't wait—I shoved back inside her, so fucking deep she cried out, her back arching as I
pounded
into her.
Each thrust made the car shake, the windows fogging up, her moans growing louder. I reached around, grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing roughly, my fingers pinching her nipple, making her shudder.
She was
wrecked
—moaning, shaking, barely able to hold herself up, but I didn't stop.
I spanked her again, her tight walls clamping around me, and I
knew
she was close.
"You gonna come for me?" I whispered darkly, my teeth grazing her ear. "Come while I'm fucking you so hard you forget
everything
?"
She whimpered, her body trembling. "Yes—please—
Justin!
"
I grinned, tightening my grip on her hips, and
slammed
into her one last time—
She shattered, screaming, her body clenching around me so tight I groaned, my own release slamming into me like a fucking freight train.
I stayed inside her, my hands gripping her, holding her in place as we both came down from the high.
She was panting, her forehead pressed against the glass, her legs shaking.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered—
"
Now, what do you remember?
"