Helen's POV
Derick drove into me hard, like a wild animal that couldn't get enough. His hand squeezed my neck just right, tight enough to make my head spin, but not so much I couldn't breathe. I was a total mess, moaning loud and wild. Dirty words spilled from my mouth, half of them I didn't even recognize. All I could hear was our skin smacking together, wet and fast, mixed with our heavy breaths filling the car.
Something built up inside me, pulling tight like a rubber band about to snap. I knew I was close, so damn close.
"Don't cum yet," he growled low, his fingers rubbing my clit in rough circles. My whole body shook hard against him. "Derick, please... I can't hold it."
"You can. And you will." His voice came out rough as sandpaper. He stared down where we were locked together, watching his cock slide in and out of me.
