Page 45 of Trapping His Assassin

“No, asshole! Let me go!” I yelled.

“How much do you want me to go in right now, hmm?” His hand reached around to the front to find my clit.

His fingers danced around on my clit, gently pressing it, pinching it, massaging it in all the right ways, making my pussy flow like a river, dripping down along my inner thighs.

“You’re overflowing with wetness, and you say you don’t want it?” He pressed the tip of his dick at my opening, probing, but not going in.

I couldn’t respond. I was frozen, and in all shamefulness, he was right. I did want him to fuck me – quite badly. His fingers effortlessly mastered the right motions to bring me to orgasm, skillfully stimulating my clit.

Meanwhile, my pussy begged for attention, eagerly waiting for something to come inside, too, jealous that the clit got all the fun. My body tensed as the orgasm built.

“How can you say that you don’t want it?” His seductive tone rose as his fingers started circling my clit, and then he shoved his cock into my drenched, tight pussy.

“Ah!” I moaned. It was so fucking good.

His rock-hard dick massaged my walls as he slid inside. I couldn’t help but come on the spot. My pussy spasmed involuntarily around his cock, screaming with happiness as it finally got the attention that my clit was getting, and all stimulated together, I couldn’t contain it any longer.

Holding his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams of ecstasy, he pumped in and out of my pussy as I orgasmed around his cock. My squirt juice splashed all over his cock.

“That’s two holes, wife. Shit, that pussy’s tight. I’m fucking you into submission tonight.” He slid out after I was done with my orgasm.

I couldn’t speak, I was still too astonished by the fact that he made me orgasm on the first pump. His slap landed mercilessly on my right ass cheek. “What do you say?”

I bit my lower lip and hesitated.

“What does a good little whore say?” This time he slapped my vulva, which was still hot and sensitive from the orgasm.

“Ow!” I cried out loud.

“Hmm?” He raised his voice and shoved his cock into my pussy again, and thrust hard. It was his turn. I hoped I could handle the ride.

My cunt, still swollen and dripping lightly with blood from his vigorous attention, and my clit, still sensitive from the orgasm, celebrated in unison as they prepared for another orgasm. I couldn’t help but want it, I couldn’t help but crave his dick pumping in and out of my vagina, and his hand massaging my clit.

“Thank... thank you,” I whispered as the second orgasm approached.

Fuck.

I was gasping for air as I lay on the ground, my body still tingling from an intense orgasm. Roman hovered behind me. “You like that?” He purred in my ear, peering over and taking notice of my flushed cheeks, and labored breaths. He slowly withdrew his throbbing member, giving me a teasing pause before plunging back into me. I screamed as he relentlessly drove me to another climax, leaving me panting and satisfied once again.

He grinned a psycho smile. “I’m mad you didn’t thank me in time. Now you gotta beg for it.”

Fuck. My pussy was dripping and aching for his dick, but I needed to let go of my dignity, and beg this kidnapper to fuck me? Could I do that? I was so close to another orgasm, that my body needed it, and yet I couldn't finish the job myself because my hands weren’t his.

“Please,” I whispered.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.” He leaned closer to me and put his hand on my inner thigh.

My body twitched, and I almost involuntarily moved to make my vagina meet his hand, but he kept his fingers an inch away from my pussy.

“Please,” I said, louder this time.

“Please, what?”

“Please, make me finish,” I begged now, letting go of all dignity.

“Oh, and how do you want me to do that?” He finally moved his hand to my cunt and rubbed my clit very slowly, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm, but not pushing me over the line.

“Please,” I gulped. “Please fuck me with your dick!”

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