'Spread your legs,' he ordered and she is quick to oblige.
She hangs one through the opening between the front seats and presses one into the back seat again, and He grip the door above her head with one hand and her hip with the other, thrusting his hips and pushing his cock inside her.
"Ahhh!" she cries out, digging her nails into his chest.
His arms almost give out. "Baby," He moaned, closing his eyes at the pleasure. It's so hot and tight.
Fuck, she's wet.
She shakes, her mouth open in surprise or pain, He doesn't know.
He leaned down to kiss her. "You're doing good, baby."
Her breathing calms, and he felt a smirk threatening to surface, he loves what he's about to do but he wasn't sure it'll be the same for her.
He has to though and it's better not to tell her anyway.
He slid out, almost all the way, and then thrust, sinking all the way inside her this time, to the hilt.
Her back arches off the seat, a pained look crossing her face, and she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut.
He nibbled on her her lips gently. "Good girl."
"Oh, God." she gasped
It took a moment for her eyes to open, but as soon as her breathing calms and her body relaxes, she glides her hands up his back and kisses him.
Dionysus watched her and wondered if this was to make his mission hard. Why'd she have to feel so brand new? and now restraining himself after these few days of abstinence feels like walking through hell.
"That was the hard part." He nibbled her lips while swiftly settling between her thighs. "Now, This is the fun part."
He moves, thrusting his cock inside of her, sliding in nice and deep how she likes it.
Her legs fall open more and more as he fucks her, he held himself up, looking down at her body lying open for him as she took him.
Her pretty breasts bob back and forth, and He run his free hand up and down her body, squeezing her tit, her neck, and holding her face.
"God," she moans. "When you go deep…"
He smiles and leans back down, pumping her as He sucks her neck and ear, and then her mouth.
"You like it?" He taunt.
She nods. And then she grabs his waist, guiding him into her as she rolls her hips to meet him.
Fuck yes. That's it. Liquid heat courses down his body, and He thrust harder and harder.
"Yes," she pants, holding onto him as she arches up to kiss his neck. "You feel so good. Don't stop." She layers her lips with his, her breath hot and wet. "Don't stop. Don't stop."she chanted
The nerves under his skin fire, and He feel her heat wrap him up as He pushes her thighs up higher and drives into her. "Lady…"
He kisses her deep, licking her sweat, reveling in the heat inside the truck, and he has missed this.
This doesn't feel as intense and satisfying as with goddesses but he knew mortals can do better; it's just his first mission.
He would give her a reason to give him a high score.
He looks down at her pussy, her body taking everything I'm giving, and he swears He wants to swallow her whole.
He has forgotten how delicate mortals are.
But he has to make her happy. This isn't about only his pleasure, it is mainly about her satisfaction.
She comes up, locks of her hair stuck to her face, and sinks her tongue into his mouth, her body tensing and shuddering as her moan drifts down his throat.
Her pussy contracts, and he know He didn't have to hold it anymore.
She lets out a cry, as He thrust, throwing his head back and driving into her again and again, harder and harder.
Heat fills his groin, their blood rushes, and he cums, spilling deep inside her with one final thrust.
He felt his lungs empty, and He nearly collapse, dropping his head to her shoulder.
"Holy shit," He murmur, breathing a mile a minute.
Her arms came and circle him, her thighs tightening around his waist so he run his hand up her leg, up her cute socks and hot thighs, over the curve of her ass, and up her torso.
Lifting his head, He stare down at her.
"Don't talk," she says right away. "You'll ruin this and make me feel horrible."
He laughs, kissing her forehead and her lips before bending down to take her nipple in his mouth.
She honestly thinks he doesn't want this, when this is literally the reason for their meeting.
Nothing he will say to ruin this.
"I don't want to leave," she whispered, "but my friend would be so mad at me." as she arches her breast up into his mouth, moaning.
"Then we have to be fast,"
She drags her nails up his back, and He kiss down her body before leaning back to look down at her.
She glistens and glows, beautifully destroyed in the backseat of his truck.
Sitting up, she spreads her thighs a little and slips a hand between her legs, trying to look down there like she's trying to see something.
He quirk a smile. "Not feeling enough?"
She smiles to herself, blushing a little.
Then, she looks up at me, her eyes wide. "Can we do it again?"
His mouth falls open, and he is fucking hard again.
Lord!
Hell yes. Fine. Whatever. The longer we stay in this truck, the longer He can put off facing hisself in the mirror.
In the dim, heated cabin of his truck—still echoing with the aftermath of their first round—Dionysus leaned back against the leather seat, one arm draped lazily across the steering wheel, the other tugging her gently closer.
"You ever ride a god?" he asked, voice like honey laced with thunder.
She giggled breathlessly, cheeks flushed. "You're too full of yourself."
He chuckled, low and wicked. "Not yet, but you will be."
In one fluid motion, he pulled her into his lap, guiding her legs around him until she straddled his thighs.
Her breath hitched as their bodies aligned once more, his cock pressing teasingly between her folds.
"This will be your first," he whispered against her lips, smirking.
And then he kissed her—deep, claiming—just as he slipped inside her again, pulling her down onto him with a slow, decadent grind.
The truck creaked under their rhythm, a temple of pleasure on wheels.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he filled her completely, thick and throbbing, her body instinctively molding to his.
He was so deep, so overwhelming, she could barely breathe—but she didn't want to. Not when her lungs were already full of him.
"You feel that?" he murmured against her neck, each word a vibration on her skin. "That's divinity. I was sculpted for this."
Her moan was answer enough—needy, broken, utterly undone. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him as his hands found the curve of her ass and urged her on.
The windows fogged, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air, thick and intoxicating.
Every thrust brought her higher, every stroke a brush with something unearthly.
His head fell back, jaw tight, a god drinking in the mortal he was sent to please—and please her he did.
"You ride like you were born for this," he groaned, burying his face in her chest, licking at the sheen of sweat between her breasts.
She laughed shakily, hips snapping faster now, chasing the edge. "Maybe I was."
He met her pace with ruthless rhythm, the pleasure building like a storm behind his eyes. "Come for me," he demanded, voice rough and electric. "Let the heavens hear it."
And when she did—loud, breathless, trembling around him—he held her close, slamming up into her one last time before he followed, divine ecstasy unraveling in his veins.
Outside, the desert wind howled.
Inside, the god kept going.