Page 45 of Hurt Me Not
Her hands left me so she could fiddle with something between us, and I took it as my sign to take my clothes off, but I only got as far as unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down my thighs along with my panties before she forced my back against the seat, pushing my legs against my chest.
My ass and pussy were bare and exposed to her in the darkness. I could just make out her face as she leaned over me. The twinkling light from the New York cityscape showed me just how beautiful she was, and I yearned to reach out and feel her.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I said. “Trust me, I see that you're trying to cheer me up. The view is beautiful, really. But I want you so?—”
I gasped when I was suddenly filled, my cunt stretching around what I could only assume was a fake cock.
My hands flailed to hold onto something, but in this position, I was at her mercy. She knew that as she snapped her hips, going deeper than I thought possible. I let out a gargled moan.
“Don't lie, you dirty slut,” she growled. “You just wanted to do what we couldn't do in high school. Tell me, did you ever imagine me fucking you like this in the back of my car?”
“So many times,” I forced out as the air left my lungs.
I couldn't do anything but lie there and take it as she pummeled into me. Each snap of her hips made the car rock violently. The large dildo she selected was enough to cause a sting as it stretched me more, and with each rapid thrust, I felt it hit my cervix.
She’s going to fucking destroy me, and I’m going to let her.
“Ungrateful whore,” she spat. “Rub your clit.”
I obediently forced my hand between us to rub the sensitive nub.
“Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere,” she groaned, her voice strained by the effort she was putting into fucking me.
“Emerson!” I screamed as a surprise orgasm ran through me. She didn’t stop, fucking me even harder as I flailed against her. “Please. I can’t… It’s too much?—”
“You’ll fucking take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me afterwards,” she ordered. “Actually, you’ll do it right fucking now. You’re going to come again. Now. And as you do, I want you to thank me for fucking a dirty whore like you.”
The words were so cruel, so hurtful, they slashed at my heart. But I fucking loved them. I only got wetter, making the dildo move more easily inside me as my hand picked up the pace on my clit.
“Harder, please, Emerson. Your slut needs it.”
She used one hand to brace herself on the door and the other to push me down, forcing me to stay put as she rammed into me even harder. Each hit forced my breath from me, and I let out a strangled cry as heat ran through my entire body.
My core began fluttering, milking the cock for all its worth.
The way she made me come… It was mind-blowing. I was sure the other cars could hear my cries, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t hold it in as my body took over and wetness gushed from me. White-hot pleasure was pumped into my veins like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
And Emerson… Fuck, she was above me the entire time. Watching me. Sweat dripped from her skin onto mine, her face twisted up from the exertion to pound into me so viciously.
The sight alone had another orgasm peeking through.
But she stopped, pulling out, and took my pants off.
“That one was free,” she grumbled as she moved to sit on the seat, and I was forced over the center console. “Now you better fucking work for the next.
I knew what she meant and backed up onto the fake cock without hesitation. She helped me slide down, and I let out a long moan.
This position was much more sensual. Comforting, almost. I held onto the seats in front of us as I fucked her at my own pace, my eyes trained on the sight of the city.
I peeked back to look at her, and she was looking hungrily at where we were joined. At where she filled me again and again. And the look in her eyes gave me courage.
“Can I touch you tonight?” I asked.
“My slut’s getting ahead of herself. Keep looking forward.” Her hand came to my clit, and she pinched it, hard. “We came all the way for the view. It would be a pity if you didn’t have a good lookat it.”
As I did what she said, she grabbed both my hands and pulled, slamming me down on the cock harder, her critique of my speed obvious.
But I took it to another level.
