The Last Time

With that, he thrust into her, making her cry out. She felt him stretch her wide again, hurting as much as it caused her pleasure. He tangled his free hand into her hair, tugging her head back roughly. He thrust faster and harder, slamming into her so hard the Impala rocked on its springs. Marceline managed to pull one of her hands free from his grip, and stuffed her fist into her mouth, biting her knuckles to stifle her screams. Pain melted away and she felt an orgasm rising again. Her legs started to shake; if not for Dean holding her hips, she would’ve collapsed.

Dean grunted in her ear, his ragged breathing turning her on evermore so. He felt himself close to cumming, pushing himself into her tight pussy as deep as he could. He felt her muscles flexing and clenching, her body trembling beneath his. He released her hair, and viciously slapped her ass, leaving a welt perfectly shaped like his hand. She shrieked at that, bucking her hips, pushing herself back onto his large cock.

“Harder!” she demanded, and he complied, slapping her again. She cried out once more as she came. Dean groaned as she clenched tightly on his cock, and he could no longer hold off. He pumped into her once more, and then came. He rested his head on her shoulder, panting. He planted another series of kisses before he withdrew from her, her pussy dripping cum. Marceline slid off the hood and fell to the ground on her knees, feeling dazed.

Dean buttoned up his jeans, and took her arms, pulling her to her feet. She swayed, but smiled at him. He picked up her jeans, brushing dirt from them as he handed them over. They didn’t speak as she pulled up her jeans, and put on her jacket. She lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. The wind picked up, blowing leaves around, the sky growing darker. Lightening flashed close, both of them ducking.

“Time to go, I guess.” She sighed. Dean took her hand, gently squeezing it. She smiled, and gave him a long, sweet kiss. He brushed her hair from her face, gazing into her burning eyes.

“No matter what happens tonight, just know I love you.” He whispered.

“I know,” she grinned, and climbed into the Impala.