Page 17 of Raw & Vulnerable

He groans, a gush of fluid spurting out of his angry cock head. Minnie tries to squeeze her legs tighter around his hand, arousal knifing her just as hard upon seeing his lust for her.

Leaning close again, panting hard, he asks, “Can I kiss you, princess?”

Kiss her how? “…you already have?”

“I wanna kiss your pussy. I wanna taste it. I bet it’s sweet, like you.”

As much as she’d like to drop all forms of decency, Minnie still has some sense left. “I’d rather not do that here…your fingers are fine.” To ease her soft rejection, she whispers, “I’m…you’re going to make me…soon.”

“You going to cum for me?” His rock-hard cock twitches in her hand, more precum dribbling from the thick head.

“Yes.”

“Look at you,” he teases. “Cumming for a guy from the wrong side of town. What a naughty slut you are. Do you like that? Being a slut?”

Minnie is torn between being indignant and being turned on even further. Normally, she would be livid about being called a slut, but the way he says it makes it sound like a compliment, like it’s all he wants from her.

He wants a slut to fuck with his pierced cock, to pin down and screw into oblivion.

“Tell me, baby. You wanna be a slut for me? Want me to make your pussy purr? Fill you will some cum?”

Minnie has never talked dirty in her life. She’s shamefully aroused just hearing it on his lips, but trying to imagine saying anything similar terrifies her. What if he laughs? She goes with being as honest as she can be, because it’s how she feels inside. She gently tugs on one of the piercings; he groans deeply, a sound full of pleasure and need.

“I want to know what your cock feels like. Inside me. I’ve never been with a man with a cock like yours…and it’s so big…”

The blunt, honestly stated words have the effect of lightning. Gage’s body shudders and he groans, free hand flexing on her hip tightly. “I’d be the first to show you, yeah?” His fingers, the ones curled inside of her heat, press hard against a bundle of nerves inside of Minnie. She sees stars, moaning, the world tilting. He grins, hips still thrusting in her grip. Everything sounds so wet, filthy, grotesque. “You’re so tight. I’m going to stuff you so good when I get inside you.”

Minnie feels herself begin to spasm around his fingers, tightening, thinking of that wild cock of his bullying its way into her small opening. Taking her. Making her scream.

“Wish I could…be in you…cum in you right now,” he gasps, pupils dilated, eyelids half-mast with lust. “I wanna watch it drip out of your pretty pink pussy.”

Minnie gasps, her muscles tightening at his words. Her stomach cramps hard, “Oh, gosh…”

Just like that, she falls over the edge of oblivion, so easily, so simply, reactive to his touch, his vile words, his fingers curled inside of her, the weight and feel of him in her hand, throbbing. Gage curses viciously, feeling her insides clench his fingers hard.

Her walls flutter around him, sucking in his digits hungrily, her moan soft.

Only seconds after, he grunts, his thickness twitching in Minnie’s hand like a living thing. His swollen cock, purple and angry, spurts a stream of thick cream and Minnie finds herself watching in awe.

His cock twitches repeatedly, spurting onto her jeans messily as he grunts in pleasure. Minnie’s stomach tightens with heat over the primal aspect of it, the sheer nastiness.Oh, my clothes.Minnie is torn between arousal and shame. She’s going to have to clean up the evidence somehow.

Gage is panting, still looking like he wants more. He tucks his cock back into his jeans, but he doesn’t zip it up, leaving the fly open around his hips. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at her. He must see the panic in her eyes, staring at the mess he’s just left on her thigh. “Just wipe it off. It’s not like it’s going to stain.”

She looks downward at the floor, feeling humiliation flooding her body now that desire is gone. Her hands press against her cheeks in mortification, which gets even worse when she realizes she can smell his musk on her skin. Her sister is going to see. She’s going to laugh and call her a slut. Easy. Pathetic.

Ariel is going to ask how she could debase herself with this shady guy, in a public restroom, in a rundown pub.

Watching her struggle with herself, he lifts his fingers, the ones that had been playing inside of her, and sniffs them. “Fuck, I’ll be thinkin’ of your scent all night.” He sticks them in his mouth and Minnie flushes a deep red, thinking of his tongue inside of her instead.

He’s hardening again.

Minnie’s eyes widen and she quickly reaches for some paper towels to wipe her jeans off, acting like she hasn’t seen anything untoward. She dips the towels in some water from the faucet, grimacing at the wet stain on her jeans. She zips herself up and buttons her jeans before getting started on scrubbing his leavings off.

Realizing she’s preparing to leave, he frowns, confused.

He presses against her from behind, hands cupping her breasts. “Are you sure you don’t want to take me home for a fuck? Girls like you want it in a proper bed, right? Is that the problem?”

Everywhere he touches Minnie makes her head swim. The alcohol, the after-effects of her orgasm, the masculine scent of him…it’s all a heady combination. Her mind, ever caught in a logical spin, tells her that taking a strange man home that she barely knows is a horrid idea. Especially with her sister staying over.

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