“That’s a good girl...”
He pushes my thong to the side of my pussy.
“Oh, princess. Your clit is already so swollen for me.”
The touch of his wet hand begins to move in small, circular motions over my whole pussy.
He then pinches and starts rubbing the sides of my clit with two fingers. With his other hand, he starts pulling down his trousers and boxers to his thighs.
He continues to rub my clit as I let out quiet whimpers. I manage to glance down and see his stiff cock twitching. Fuck, I’ve missed his cock. No. I shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck.
I feel the weight of his body on mine as his face meets mine, kissing me.
“Bet you’ve missed being in handcuffs…”
Without warning, he thrusts his hips and his cock pries into my pussy. He grabs the seat belt and grips it tightly, pulling. My breath hitches. He fucks me brutally and my head hits the car door as my body moves with his.
“Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”
Cain’s thrusts grow more intense, and the pressure on the seat belt increases, constricting around my neck like a suffocating embrace. Each movement sends waves of dizziness and lightheadedness washing over me.
My eyelids flutter and the world begins to blur at the edges as I struggle to focus. Cain loosens his grip on the seat belt, the sudden release bringing a rush of relief as the pressure around my neck eases. With a final, desperate thrust, he withdraws from my throbbing pussy, leaving me panting and trembling.
“More…” I moan.
Cain’s fingers delve into my pussy. The sheer size and strength of his fingers make me feel small and delicate in comparison, a mere puppet in the hands of a masterful puppeteer.
“Ride my fingers,” he commands.
I can’t help but respond instinctively, my hips bucking and grinding against his hand.
“Such a good girl…fuck…mmm,” he says through gritted teeth.
His fingers pulsate at a rapid speed.
“I’m….uhh…UHH!” I stutter, trying to say words. My juices squirt all over his hand as I hear the sploshing sounds.
Cain lowers his face between my trembling thighs and a whimper escapes my lips. His tongue darts out, tracing slow, tantalizing circles around my dripping hole, teasing and taunting me with each flick.
I arch my back, offering myself to him completely.
“Princess…you taste good….so fucking good,” he groans.
I feel his damp, stubbly beard grazing against my pussy. I’m out of breath and I’m a wet mess as I lay there.
He raises his head and kisses my lips. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue.
Cain grabs the seat belt and grips it tightly.
“I want to hear you cry my name as I fuck you brutally.”
Cain’s cock plunges back into my pussy and a sharp gasp escapes my lips, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
With each thrust of his hips, Cain pounds into me with intensity. My hands claw at his back, my nails digging into his skin as I cling to him desperately.
“Cain…Cain!”
“Tessie…” he moans into my neck.
My pussy takes every thrust. My boobs bounce up and down frantically.
I hear his knuckles cracking as he tightens his hold on the seat belt.
My breathing hitches in my throat. I can no longer make a sound as he fucks me without mercy.
“I love seeing you unable to breathe. It makes my cock so hard. I want to be the person that takes your last breath.”
He would relish the opportunity to snatch away my last breath, a twisted and malevolent act. His demeanor reeks of pure evil. Yet, it fucking turns me on, and that frightens me.
Cain’s teeth graze across my neck and he bites down, giving me a pleasurable pain.
“I want to see my cum dripping out of your tight hole. Beg me to fill your pussy,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
The seat belt is so tight around my neck that I’m unsure I can speak. Is he going to take my last breath?
“Fill…me…Cain,” I say so quietly I’m surprised he can hear me.
“Fucking beg, princess!”
