CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 68 STEAMY RIDE 2

Caroline’s POV

"Caroline, want to take off that blindfold?"

His words made me squirm on his thick cock, desperate for more.

I bit my lip, refusing to lose this game. Instead of answering, I pushed back hard, taking his cock deep until my ass pressed against his stomach. "Move, Daddy," I begged. "I need you to fuck me harder."

"Oh, you want Daddy to wreck this tight pussy?" he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow." Draven started pounding into me again, each thrust deeper and more savage than before.

I sucked his fingers while trying to match his thrusts, holding his hand like it was precious. When I tried to hug him, he pinned me down with his Alpha strength. His cock pounded into me ruthlessly, our bodies slapping together in the car.

The car rocked as we fucked, my hair sticking to my sweaty skin, skin sticking to the hot leather. I bit his shoulder hard but he kept going, never slowing down.

My orgasm hit so hard I screamed, my thighs squeezing him. But he just forced them apart and kept fucking me rough. I begged him through tears to slow down, but he didn’t listen.

He gave me exactly what I’d asked for - wild, rough sex, though this savage version of him felt almost like a stranger. The non-stop orgasms left me dizzy, pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

When he finally pulled out, I didn’t even know when he’d cum. My body was limp from the hardest fucking of my life.

Before I could recover, I felt his cock, already hard again, pressing against my pussy. Slowly, he lowered me onto him, stretching me open inch by inch.

"Feel me, Caroline. The night’s just started, baby. Ready to give up already?"

He whispered how perfect my pussy felt, how wet and hot I was. When his cock was all the way inside me, we stopped moving. Even blindfolded, I felt our connection deep in my soul. My pussy squeezed him tight, wanting him even deeper.

"Fuck, Caroline," he groaned, his head falling back. "Your greedy little pussy is milking my cock. So fucking perfect."

"Oh yes, Daddy, let me ride your big cock... make me your little slut," I moaned shamelessly. "I want to feel you so deep inside me..."

I felt powerful as I started riding him, finding a rhythm that had us both moaning. His hands guided my hips while his mouth found my tits, pulling my dress down to suck them. He sucked and bit one nipple then the other, making me arch into his mouth.

Being blindfolded made everything more intense - his mouth on my tits, his hands holding me, his thick cock stretching my pussy open. I bounced harder on his cock, feeling my orgasm building.

"If you keep this pace," Draven warned, sounding strained, "I won’t last much longer."

"I don’t want you to last," I panted, riding him faster. "I want you to cum inside me."

His hands gripped my hips hard as he thrust up into me. I felt his cock get even bigger as I came, my pussy squeezing him tight. Feeling him fill me with cum made me come even harder, waves of pleasure that seemed endless.

I fell against his chest, completely drained. His hands stroked my back as we caught our breath. Then he lifted my chin for a soft kiss, so different from our wild fucking.

"My little wolf is quite insatiable," he said, smiling in his voice. He fixed my dress after kissing each breast, then helped me back to my seat.

"I want to take you to bed properly," he said."This car isn’t worthy of what I plan to do to you next."

He got out, and soon opened my door.Strong arms picked me up like I weighed nothing.

"Take off your blindfold," he whispered as we entered what felt like his home.

"You’re asking me to take it off, so that means you lost our game, doesn’t it, Alpha Draven?" I teased.

"Yes, Caroline, I surrender. I need to see those beautiful eyes of yours," he sighed, admitting defeat.

I pulled off the red ribbon, blinking in the dim light. Draven’s violet eyes watched me intensely, full of lust and something deeper that made my heart race.

He carried me to his bedroom,huge with a massive bed. When he laid me on the soft sheets, I reached for him, not wanting him even an inch away.

"Patience, little wolf," he murmured, kissing my forehead. "The night is young, and I promised to make you come many more times."

And fuck, did he deliver. We fucked on every surface in his apartment until morning. Sometimes slow and sweet, sometimes rough and wild.

By sunrise, my body was sore and marked everywhere with his scent, his cum, his love bites.

That night, I forgot all the reasons I’d tried to stay away. Nothing mattered except us together, exactly how it should be.