Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Dirty fucking whore.”
He keeps playing, and my breaths quicken, my ice-cold tits heaving in the night. He pumps faster, and I shift my legs apart, squatting a little for the thrill.
“You’re a dirty bitch with a dirty cunt,” he says. “You’re a lucky girl, since I’ll make you come before I use it.”
Another finger and I’m lost to him, still sore from the strain a few days ago. My G-spot is too tender to resist, and his thumb on my clit has a rhythm, and I’m done for. I’m a hostage in the middle of nowhere, with a masked man using me like a cheap little bitch, and I’m going to come for him.
It’s so much easier to feel the wetness dripping down my thighs as I come in the cold December night. It’s hot against prickling flesh, and makes it feel even more fucking filthy as he uses me. I pant without giving a fuck for the hitch of his masked breaths in my face, or the way he slams his weight against me to keep me still, or my bare feet, cold on the muddy cobbles.
I don’t give a fuck as he pulls his fingers free of my pussy and forces them into my mouth, just suck like a whore and take what I’m given.
He unzips his jeans, and I’m ready for it.
He grabs my hand and pushes it against his hard cock. It’s thick. Thick enough to make my pussy clench.
“Think you can take it, slut?” he asks, his masked face right in mine.
I almost say yes, no fucking problem. But no, I play the game.
“No,” I tell him, “please don’t, you’re too big.”
He likes that, I can see it in his eyes, piercing mine.
“Want me to stop, do you?” he says and I know he’s giving me a chance to say the safe word.
The safe word I’m never going to use.
“Yes, please stop, please let me go. I want to go home.” I’m trembling so much my shaky words sound so genuine. “Please,” I repeat. “Don’t do this.”
“Fuck you,” he says and lifts me up.
My legs automatically wrap around his bulky waist, and his long exhale as he shoves his cock deep has me whimpering.
He pins me there, his hot breath in my face. “Such a tight cunt,” he says, “Know what I like more than anything?”
I shake my head no.
“A slut who cries when I fuck her,” he says and starts pumping his thick, fat cock.
I don’t object this time. I can’t, it feels so good. I take it as he pounds me, whimpering with every thrust.
“That’s it,” he says, one hand squeezing a tit so hard I cry out. “Is that good?”
I don’t reply, lost to the crazy moment.
“I asked you a fucking question,” he says and licks his tongue up my face. “Is that good, bitch?”
No saying no this time. I switch to backchat, knowing it’ll rile him.
“Could be better,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah?”
He pulls out of me, drops my bare feet to the ground, grabs me by the throat and drags me along the side of the truck. Yes. He shoves me, so I’m bent over the front, the cold metal icy on my tits. He takes me from behind, slamming all the way, and it’s much, much dirtier like this. The angle is deep and his thrusts are vicious, just the way I like them.
“That’s better,” I tell him.
“Cheeky bitch!” He slaps my bare ass so hard it stings like a bastard and I cry out into the night.
“Fucking whore!” He slams into me again and again and I could come like this, all over again. He feels me tense up, flying high, and keeps on slamming, bringing me closer and closer… but then he stops.
“You really think I’m going to let you come again? This is about my fucking pleasure, not yours, you dirty slut.”
Once again, he wrestles me, and I’m done with the fight as I land on my knees in the mud. My mouth is already open for his cock. He fists my hair and bulges my cheeks out one by one, making me retch and bringing tears to my eyes as he laughs at me.
“Pretty when you cry,” he says.
He has to crouch to fuck my throat, because he’s so damn tall, and that only drives his dick deeper. I choke, dribbling all down my chin, but I keep sucking, keep giving, staring up at him as he treats me like his servant.
“You’re good at sucking cock,” he says, “which is just as well since your spit is going to be lubing me up for your dirty little asshole. Make it easier for yourself and get me wet.”
I do get him wet. Hacks of spit and drool that have his whole shaft dripping when he finally pulls me to my feet.