by Tessa Thorne
He rubs his thumb harder against my crotch, letting me grind against him as he squeezes my breast through the thin fabric of my bra.
“But now,” he says, kissing me, his eyes locked onto mine, “I want more than that. I want you to be my girl. I want to show you how I treat my woman.”
“Fuck me,” I say, closing my thighs around his hips as he squeezes my nipple between his fingers, drawing another gasp from my lips.
“I will,” he says, tugging on my nipple, and pressing his thumb hard against my crotch. “But that’s not how you beg.” He grins. “I’m gonna fuck you as good as you beg.”
I’m so horny it’s starting to hurt. He’s still pulling on my nipple, giving me that good ache I want that can only be soothed with his mouth. My pussy is practically gasping for his cock. I can’t even imagine how I’m going to walk back into the apartment and look Jasmin in the face when we get back home, but that’s a problem in the future and I need to get fucked between now and then.
Okay. If he wants to play this game, I can play. I’m going to beg him so good, he won’t be able to keep his cock from me.
I put my hands on his chest and shove him away from me with all my strength. He grins as he lets me push him back a few steps. I jump back down on the dirt ground, and drop to my knees in front of him. I grab him by the belt and pull him in till his fly is right in my face. I tilt my head up, look into his narrowed eyes watching me, and lick my lips as I pull his belt open with a hard tug.
“Rocco…” I breathe over his crotch as I pull down his zipper so slowly that I can hear each set of teeth coming apart. “Will you please fuck me?”
I grab his pants by his hips and yank down hard, pulling them to his knees in one stroke.
I stand up straight on my knees, so I’m as level with his crotch as I can be. His cock is pressing up against his underwear, the tip protruding past his waistband. I lean in close till my lips are practically on top of his cock head. “Please, fuck me…” I breathe out in a low voice, letting my warm breath flow over him.
His cock twitches in response, bouncing off my lips, and I slowly reach out with my tongue, licking a droplet of precum off his dick without touching the flesh.
I watch him watching me as his broad chest rises and falls rapidly. I slowly pull my tongue back in my mouth, swallowing his salty drop, then I dip a finger into my mouth, letting him see as I swirl my tongue around it. “Hmmm…” I say around my finger. “You taste so good. Can I please have some more?”
“You’ve earned it, doll,” he says as he fists my hair, tugs his underwear down in a swift motion and guides my mouth on top of his cock.
I open wide and let him shove my mouth halfway down on his cock. I’ve been imagining this moment since that night on the couch. Of course, I could barely manage half of it that evening. He’s more than twice as big as the only cock I've ever tried to suck. I’m determined to do better this time though. He’s given me the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m sure he’s had better than me. But now I’m going to make sure I’m the best fuck he’s ever had.
I lock my lips around his cock as he thrusts himself inside me, swirling my tongue on the bottom of his shaft. It takes a few thrusts before I’m halfway down his length, and I feel the head of his cock pressing up against the back of my throat.
I push back the compulsion to gag and press myself down deeper, reaching out with my lips, pushing myself down on him. He pulls me back off him and I look up at him, nodding around his cock. He smiles at me. It’s a wicked smile. He’s loving this. He pushes my head down on him again, faster this time. His cock hits the back of my throat and he shoves himself deeper inside me till I can feel him inside my throat. I leave the gun I’m still somehow holding on the ground and reach behind him with both hands, gripping his firm ass cheeks, pulling myself down on him till I can barely breathe.
He yanks me back off him, strings of spit trailing between my lips and his cock. I gasp for breath, smiling up at him right before I open my mouth and let him slam back inside. He goes in deeper this time, pulling me back, and shoving himself back in deeper with every thrust. Before I know it, I can feel his stomach pressing up against my nose, and his cock twitching deep inside my throat.
God damn. I got his whole cock deep in my throat. Jasmin’s never going to believe it when I tell her.
He pulls my head off him as I’m starting to struggle for breath and I gasp, breathing in the cool night air. I pant in front of his glistening cock, twitching rudely in the air in front of my face.
“Damn, doll,” he says, breathing hard. “I’d have cum if I left my cock in you one second longer.”
He lifts me off the ground and puts me on my back on the hood of his car. I lean my head forward to watch as he unbuttons my pants, then pulls them roughly down my legs, taking my Vans off with them. I lift my hips as he pulls off my panties, hoping they come off in one piece. Good underwear isn’t cheap.
He takes my soaked panties and brings them up to his nose, giving them a deep sniff.
He leans in over me, his cock pressing against my pussy as he comes face to face with me, my soaked panties held between our noses.
“You know what you smell like?” he asks.
I shake my head no as he takes another sniff. “You smell like whipped cream. Sugar with a hint of vanilla. Now open your mouth.”
I open my mouth and he shoves my panties inside till I can taste myself on the silken cloth.
Then he lowers himself over my body, leaving my shirt on till I can feel his breath on top of my pussy. He hovers his mouth over me, gently kissing me on the sides of my lips, on my pelvis, anywhere but where I want him.
I grunt through my gag. Begging him to eat me until I feel the hot kiss of his lips against mine. Then his long tongue curling between my lips, stroking them, pulling on my folds, sucking them into his mouth. I can feel pleasure tingling all along my skin. My nipples are hard as rocks under my bra, begging for his rough touch.
I lock my thighs around his head but he forces them open, lifting my ass onto his hands. He starts stroking me rapidly, licking me along my pussy, dipping inside me and twirling around my clit until my breath comes out in rapid grunts around my panties. Then I feel his thumb, pressing up against my rosebud. Drenched in my own juices. He tests me at first and I lift my hips up, spreading my thighs wider for him. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him to take me, any way he wants. I’ve been thinking about the way he touched me the last time. How it felt to have his finger inside me. I was so full, and in a way I’d never felt before. If he wanted to fuck my ass, I’d let him. I’d be scared. But I’d still let him. I know he wouldn’t hurt me.
Sensing my willingness, he presses his thumb against my resistant ring. I squeal and squirm, shifting my hips as his thumb plunges inside me. He licks more rapidly, favoring my clit as he thrusts his tongue inside my pussy, making me spasm with every stroke.
I twist as the pleasure builds inside me, threatening to overwhelm me. The pleasure peaks with every thrust and every swirl of his tongue on my clit till it finally breaks. I straighten out my legs over his shoulders, pointing out my toes, spitting out my panties so I can scream out my pleasure in full. He pumps his thumb inside my ass as he locks onto my clit and sucks, and my orgasm refuses to come down. It hits me again, and I pull my knees into my chest, wrapping my arms around my thighs, letting him do what he wants with me.
Finally, as my moans die away, he pulls his thumb out, smacks me gently on my ass, and kisses me softly on my pussy. I’m still shivering, my fingers are numb, and my limbs feel like jelly.
He stands up before me and pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. He pulls me till I’m sitting up, my body gently swaying. I can barely hold up my arms as he pulls my shirt off over my head and tears my bra off my body.
I love that look of pure delight on his face whenever he sees my bare breasts. My light pink nipples are hardening into crinkled points, calling out for his mouth.
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esn’t delay, pulling me back onto my feet and raining kisses down on my breasts. Licking at my nipples, tugging on them with his teeth, kissing them till my juices are flowing again. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. This torturous teasing, when my pussy aches for one thing.
I look up at him through lids heavy with pleasure and bite my lip as I fist his cock. I rub my thumb under his shaft, working it just below the tip.
“I need your cock inside me.” I dip a finger inside me, and then spread my wetness on his tip.
He growls as he spins me around and bends me over. I brace myself against the hood of the car as his hand comes crashing down on my backside.
I yelp, pulling back from the blow before looking back to see the hungry look in his eyes.
God damn he looks so sexy. Like a hungry beast, about to take his feast. I arch my back, exposing my wetness to him, and wiggle my ass to tempt him.
He grins at me wickedly, smacking my ass again on the same spot. It hurts so good. I spread my legs apart a bit farther, arching my back even more. I love to imagine what’s going on in his head. What is he thinking about? Is he enjoying the way my ass reddens from his punishment? Does he love the way my juices are literally dripping to the ground? Does he love the way my glistening pink bud tightens every time his hand smacks my ass?
He grabs me by the cheeks and spreads me open before him. His eyes are on mine. I look back at him as he steps between my legs and shoves his cock deep inside me. I suck in my breath as I feel his whole length slide inside me, slamming into the back of my pussy. My wet walls close in on him, gripping at him tightly, trying to hold him inside me. But he pulls out till just his tip is inside me before slamming into me again.
It’s so liberating to be doing this out here where I can lose control. Where I don’t have to worry about how loud I scream every time he dives balls deep inside me. I love the filthy wet sound of his balls slapping against me. The sucking sounds of my pussy trying to hold him inside me. His grunts, growing louder with every thrust.
As he picks up his speed, I brace myself hard against the car and start bucking back against him. I want him to remember this fuck as the best of his life. I want him to forget about all the sluts he’s ever banged in his life. I want their faces to blur out of his memory. I want my wet swollen lips in his mind when his cock grows hard for a blowjob. I want him to think of my tits when he sees another girl walking by in a tank top. I want him to imagine my ass when he sees another girl bending over.
I want him to tug on his cock in the shower, imagining my pussy clinging onto him. I want him to grow hard at night, dreaming of shoving his cock deep in my ass.
I can feel his thrusts becoming more desperate, slamming into me harder and harder. I feel his cock threatening to explode inside of me till he wraps his arms around my stomach, and pulls me up against him. He takes my swollen breasts in his hands, and pulls on my nipples till I see black dots dancing over my eyes.
I cum the moment he releases my nipples, letting blood rush into their tips. The pleasure washes over my body, intensifying in my tortured breasts. My pussy clenches down tight on his cock, demanding he finish inside me. With a grunt, he slams deep within me, and I can feel the torrent of his hot, sticky seed filling me. He holds me against him as he finishes his thrusts, emptying the last of his load in me.
He lowers himself to the ground, sitting on his pants, grinding me on top of his still-hard cock. My body shudders with every breath. My skin tingles, and my breasts are still on fire. He dips me and kisses my nipples. Licking them, soothing them with his wet mouth.
I fight the heaviness of my eyes and look up at him as he rises off my breasts. His face is glowing, and his eyes are bright with pleasure. He kisses me on the lips softly as he gently strokes my body.
“You’re the best fuck…” he breathes.
“That was the best fuck…” I gasp.
We speak at the same time and break out laughing.
“I really need a drink,” I say, sighing deeply.
“I’m pretty drunk from drinking your pussy.” He laughs, and I can feel his cock twitch under my butt.
I laugh, slapping him on his chest.
“No,” I say. “I’m parched. I didn’t know it was possible to lose that much water through my pussy.”
“I got some sports drinks in the back.” He slowly stands up, helping me up with him.
My legs are still wobbly, and I can feel his cum starting to drip out of my pussy. I need so badly to get back home and clean up. Rocco is starting to develop a bad habit of fucking me and making me do a public walk of shame.
I guess I did beg him to fuck me though. I still can’t believe I did that. I shut up the little voice in the back of my head telling me that soon I’ll be begging him to fuck my ass.
I grab a bottle of blue liquid out of the trunk of the SUV and gulp it down as I walk back to Rocco. He’s pulling his pants back on. I enjoy one final peek at his magnificent member before he pulls his underwear and pants up.
“Ready to go back?” I ask, taking a look at the time on my phone. We haven’t been gone that long, but I already miss Ethan. And I don’t want to take up any more of Jasmin’s time than I absolutely have to.
He smirks up at me and looks toward the row of cans and bottles still standing on the fence. “You still owe me nine clean shots.”
I release a long sigh, searching for where I left the gun. It’s casually laying on the hard-packed dirt right by the front of the car.
I pick up the gun, and step in front of Rocco, leaning up to give him a peck on the chin. “I forgot what we came here to do in the first place.” I grin up at him. “Can I get a pass for good behavior?”
He looks down on me sternly and shakes his head. “This is serious. I want you ready if you have to use that gun. I can’t protect you everywhere you go, and I don’t want to lose you.”
I put my arms on his shoulders and press my face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He said he doesn’t want to lose me.
I look up at him, searching for his soul in those deep black eyes. “Do you care for me?”
He smiles as he places a small kiss on my forehead and rubs the back of my neck. His jaw flexes like he’s thinking over the right words to say.
“I want to protect you,” he says, dropping his hand to my backside and giving my butt a firm pat. “Get back to shooting, we gotta get you back to your son.”
I take my position at the imaginary firing line and aim down the sight line. I shoot a quick glance over to Rocco. He’s watching me with a thoughtful look on his face. I want to think that he cares for me, deep inside, but that he has a hard time admitting it. But why does it matter?
I squeeze off a shot, missing the brown bottle I was aiming for. My head’s all jumbled up from what just happened. And what I’m hoping Rocco feels for me. But why do I care? I know we can’t be together. This is just a temporary stop while I figure out how to deal with Harry.
I squeeze off another shot, missing again. Thinking about Harry didn’t help. I figured it should though. I would shoot him right now if I had the chance.
The nine targets left untouched make a mockery of that thought. If he was here right now and Rocco wasn’t here to protect me, I’d be dead. I would probably empty out this pistol and miss wide on every shot.
I try to steady my aim, but my hands are trembling. My whole body is tense as I remember him bursting into that motel room and smacking me around like I was nothing. Like I belonged to him. Like I had no choice in how I lived my life.
“Let me help,” Rocco says softly.
I didn’t hear him walk up behind me, but I didn’t startle when I heard his voice. I look back at him and smile as he steps up behind me, reaches around my front and helps steady my arms.
It’s so comforting having him behind me. Steadying me with his strong arms. His chest is so strong against my back. He’s like a stout oak tree I can hide under for protection from a coming storm.
“I thought you didn’t do this sort of thing,” I say as I stare down the sights again.
“Making you an exception,” he says into my ear. He nudges my elbows till I loosen them, and lifts up my hands so the gun is at the right level.
“Breathe in before you fire,” he says. “Then release after you pull the trigger.”
I breathe in, feeling his hand on my stomach. I squeeze the trigger and hardly flinch this time. The bottle head shatters and the bottle wobbles on the fence for a few seconds before collapsing to the dirt ground.
“There you go.” He smiles. “Think you’ll make it back home in time to read Ethan his Terry Pratchett book?”
“You noticed?” I laugh softly, tilting my head back against him so I can feel the stubble on his chin against the back of my head.
“He’s great.” Rocco laughs. “Pinky loved those books when he was a kid.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, lining up another shot.
“Yeah,” he says. “Now let’s take down the rest of these targets so we can get you home.”
By the time we get home it’s nearly ten o’clock. I step into the door and Jasmin pops up from the ground, which is littered with blocks.
“Hey Ethan,” she says, helping him up from the floor. “Your mommy’s home!”
“Hi Mommy!” he says, struggling against Jasmin’s hold. He jumps back down out of her arms and runs over to me and wraps me up in a big hug.
Rocco steps in after me, and Ethan lets go of me and gives him a hug. “Hi Uncle Rocco!”
“Hey kiddo,” Rocco says, ruffling his hair.
Jasmin shoots me a wide grin as she watches Ethan’s reaction. “You two have fun?” she asks, a sly tone in her voice.
God damn it. Is it that obvious what happened? I thought I cleaned up pretty good so it wouldn’t be completely apparent.
Ethan lets go of Rocco and looks up at me. “You look happy, Mommy,” he declares, and I can feel all the blood in my body rushing up into my face.
I give him an awkward smile as Jasmin cracks up laughing.