Abigail
The backseat of a luxury car was not designed for what Finnegan Wolfe had in mind.
He made it work anyway.
I had barely climbed over the console, sitting in the backseat when one of his large hands hooked under my knee, the other gripped my hip.
I squealed as he yanked me forward, my back flat on the seat while he practically folded me in half.
My knees were pressed to my own shoulders, my back flat against the leather, completely open and utterly at his mercy in the back of his car.
"Well, this is mighty convenient," I teased, a giggle slipping from my lips when his eyes darkened.
His hand found my throat, choking me slightly while his other hand ripped my underwear and tossed it somewhere in the car.
God, I loved when he got all cavemen on me!
"Aren't you going to gag me with them?"
The cool air of the car hit my bare pussy making me clench hard. He smacked his hands over my cunt and I squealed.
