Page 88 of Contention

And if he’s sick, what does that make her, the one who is indulging him in all of this vicious obscurity? Her, the girl waiting for him to bust her open with his cock.

He’s licking his fingers, playing on her clitoral hood, lifting it, stroking it, sending her halfway to madness. She needs him to fill her more than she needs air. “That sounds like you,” he says thickly, his breathing changing. “Vicious slut. Convince me you don’t want this.Convince me.”

Even though she doesn’t want to move an inch from him, Kara tries to struggle, hissing, “Stop. Stop it, you fucker.Get off of me.”

The struggle is short, he’s simply so much larger than her. His cock easily slots between her cheeks, his hips rocking against her mockingly. “That’s nice,” he growls, the ‘s’ sound dragging. His hand comes around her throat, gently pressing. “But I think you still want me. I can practically smell your juicy cunt.”

Sweating, there’s no air on in the car, the car isn’t even turned on, Kara tries to get away from the press of his hand against her throat, hissing in frustration. Aroused and angry at herself. She adopts a pathetic note to her tone, a desperate begging sound. It’s not too hard; her air is getting cut off slightly. “Don’t. Please, please don’t do this. I have a boyfriend.” The last bit is inspiration.

His lips curve into a smile on the nape of her neck as her hovers over her like a demonic gargoyle. “A pity, that.” Nick finally begins to press his cock into her, spearing her on his girth. Kara gasps out, fingers clutching at the seat, needing to grabsomething. It’s so good, her nerves on fire.

“S-stop,” she begs again. Stop teasing, stop touching, it’s all part of the twisted game. She’s ablaze. She’s on the edge of something. “God, please don’t!”

Please, yes.

“Christ, you beg pretty,” he groans tightly. With those words, he seats himself fully inside of her with a rough shove, growling low in his throat as she spasms around his cock. Tight, squeezing him like she’s being paid for it. Kara presses her face into the seat and finds herself ridiculously pleased that he knew exactly what she needed.

She’s soaking, dripping around him, eager and fueled by adrenaline. The sick taste on her tongue is all that remains of her fear, a reminder of how morally grey this man really is, this man, slowly sliding his cock out of her, before slamming home hard, causing them both to moan.

“Touch yourself.” He grabs one of her hands and forces it underneath her, forces it near where their bodies are connected, where his balls are swinging into her.

Kara’s clit is slick, either from whatever is dripping out of her or from when he rubbed his precum into her. It’s easy to touch herself, feeling the spikes of pleasure pulse into her core, the feeling of being full and desired, lusted after.

Not loved. Never.Taken. Taken is a better word for how thisfeels.

Wet. Wicked. Shameful.

“Oh…oh, Nick-”

He grunts, cursing under his breath, playing with her nipples as her breasts sway with the rhythm of their thrusts.

The angle of her hips is sharp and he’s going deeper than ever, so deep she feels like he’s crawled inside of her skeleton. One of his hands is back on her hips as he thrusts, grunting, humping into her like a beast. His other hand gently squeezes her throat and Kara’s vision gets a little fuzzy, but the threat makes her crazy, chasing her own air right alongside an orgasm.

As Kara spirals closer to her climax, her pussy tightens, her body beginning to tense with anticipation. She feels every part of him, a needful part of her loving it. Nick’s breathing oh so heavily behind her, his hips pushing into her at a pace he’s decided on, a hand at her hip with bruising pressure. Hard, fast, and punishing.

The sound of their flash slapping together is obscene.

Kara loves it, noises being forced from her lips on every thrust. “uh…uh...uh!”

“Fuck, listen to your sloppy pussy,” he hisses in that sharp rasp of his. “Filthy girl.”

He’s shifting her hips, tilting them even further, obscenely. Like a whore. He fucks into her with strokes that send Kara into fits of ecstasy, the animalistic feel of it debasing her, making her squirt around him wetly.

Nick loves that, her wetness coating him. His cock thickens inside of her and Kara gasps, “It’s too much.”

“It’s not. You love my cock.”

“Mnm…”

“Take it. Come on. Make me dump my load…in your sweet…cunt.”

He’s like a dog, taking his bitch in heat. Nick snarls filth against her neck, calling her his whore, his slut, his fucktoy, and somehow all of it only makes Kara squeeze his thick meat harder. She gasps, crying out with slight exaggeration, spurring him on repeatedly.

One of her knees slides off the side of the seat from the force of his thrusts, but Nick only uses the change of angle to his benefit, placing his left knee on the ground behind hers, thrusting upwards relentlessly. His dick is shiny with her slick juices.

She’s a hole for his cock and she becomes only that. Something for him to fuck and fill.

The sound of his arousal pushes Kara further into oblivion. It’s sick, wrong, but why does it feel so good? Nick’s slamming into the bundle of sensitive nerves inside of Kara, so harshly that Kara sees stars.

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