I want everyone to hear.
I want the whole world to know what a sex god Kaiden is, and that he's all mine.
His hand goes to my jaw, his fingers hard as he explores my neck, my skin, my ear.
His hands knit into my hair, and he brings my mouth back to his, his teeth biting my lower lip, making me bleed, and I can only moan into it. He tastes like my blood, and I press my tongue to his, the muscle vibrating with my constant sounds of pleasure as he takes me hard in the dirty washroom.
I don't know how long we go at it, how many times he whips me around, slamming me from one wall to another. I'm filthy, and dirty, and his as he presses me to the floor, staring down at me as he grabs my thighs and makes my ankles wrap around his throat.
He's never been so deep, never been so hard with me, but I've never been so wet, and that lets him slap in easily.
I feel like he's bruising me all over, my ass, my shoulders, my head, my mouth, and I'm shocked at how much I love it.
How much I crave more.
"Kaiden!" I scream, not caring that there's someone at the door, knocking, telling us to get out right now. I don't care, I want them to hear! To know that I'm being fucked in a slummy restroom by my hot step-brother.
"Kaiden, fuck!" I cry out, and he growls, his hands on my hips, holding me in place. My thighs and legs ache as he stretches them back, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper into my body, his pace all the while growing faster and faster.
I can't believe how much it hurts, how good it feels, and he grabs my breast through my flimsy top.
There's no more delicate pinches, no teasing to his actions. He's serious, his hand gripping my small breast so hard that I know I'm going to have a bruise there, and I scream.
His other hand goes to my clit, not rubbing, just pressing down on it, making those sparks appear before my eyes.
He's like a whole different person. Not the man I knew who took home those random floozies and gave them a good time, not the sweet man who dirty talked me into bed and made me want him.
This Kaiden is an animal, unhinged and raw, and he's simply taking what he needs from my body, what he wants. What I need, what I want. I cry out as the tops of my thighs press against my stomach, trapping his hand in place, and when I open my eyes I see him staring at me with such intensity.
His green eyes move over my face, over my body, down to where his cock is firmly rooted in my pussy and the way my pale skin parts for his ruddy tool. It's so obscene, and so hot, and the man knocking at the door can't stop that, not even as we can hear the keys begin to work in the door. They must have finally got the spare set.
"Hurry!" I beg him, needing my relief, needing to finish this, whatever it is. Whatever primal need that's driving us both on. I fear that if we're interrupted, we'll never recover.
We'll never find our way back.
And he presses my legs back even further as he begins to rub my clit harder and with more ferocity. His rough hand is usually so skilled and careful, but this time, it's brute force to match the rest of him, and I love it.
It sends a jolt down my spine and then the waves of pleasure descend.
I scream as the door clicks above me, opening and knocking me in the head.
"Sir!" The man yelps, looking at the scene of the two of us on the floor, slaves to passion and one another's bodies.
There's no stopping Kaiden, though, not then. He's a wild beast, and his hips keep moving as my pussy squeezes his tool, begging him to come. Begging for him to meet that peak with me.
"Kaiden!" I scream again, and another tremble goes through me, my muscles tightening and massaging his cock, and I can feel it start to swell, warning me of what's to come.
He thrusts in harder as the man grabs at his shirt, trying to tear him away from me, but there's no stopping him.
"Abby!" he growls as he hits his peak, his pleasure flushing his face, his entire body tightening before he stabs himself deep inside me, spilling that seed against my womb once more, flooding my pussy with his hot come.
My legs are still pinned between my shoulder and his, and he doesn't stop, not fully, not even after he reaches his peak. He gives a few more thrusts, making sure that every last drop of his come is lodged within me before he finally glares up at the gas station attendant.
"I'm done," he says, swatting off the other man's hand as if it were a disgusting gnat he didn't want touching him.
"You mind giving us a second?" he asks, though it's not a question. He grinds his cock into me, the flared tip pressed against my deepest recesses, as if in an example to the attendant who stares a little too long.
I don't know what we must look like, filthy and dirty, rolling around and fucking on the floor of a gas station, but a huge part of me doesn't care.
I have Kaiden back, and that's all that matters.