Page 94 of Contention

Nick’s dressed in a tight black shirt, giving him the appearance of a guy who maybe just left his bouncer job, or a tough guy from a movie. He’s a bad guy. Kara knows this, but she’s drawn to him like a butterfly to the flame.

Removing his hand from her mouth, he hoists her upwards, further up the tree, his hips practically pinning her in position. Kara can feel his cock at her center and she sneers up at him, baring her teeth. “Fuck you, pig. Let me go and maybe I won’t find a way to mace you into next Tuesday!”

His eyes flash, excited. “Shut your mouth,” he growls nastily, yanking at her hair, wrapping it around his fist threateningly.

Ithurts. This time, Kara plays it the way he wants, begs nervously, “Please don’t hurt me.”

His devastating smirk widens and his cock jumps in his jeans at the sound of her plea. Aggressively, he presses his lips to hers, his tongue thrusting deep inside, tasting her, claiming her. Vaguely, Kara wonders if he’s forgotten his role in a moment of madness, because this kiss is all consuming and intimate.

Her folds are throbbing, clit aching with need. Every brush of his cock against her sends zings up pleasure up her spine.

Lust coiling with a familiar ache, the beginning of something filthy, Kara tries to shift her hips against him, tries to alleviate the ache by humping his cock. Nick chuckles, his free hand working at his belt, the ominous one seated above his groin. His knuckles accidently brush her center and she gasps, head falling back against the tree.

Kara hears the zipper just before feeling him wet against her inner thigh, rutting against her, taking control again.

He yanks her hair hard, causing her to yelp, her head tilted at an odd angle. “I thought I told you not a word, girl. Besides, this won’t hurt much,” he says against her mouth, rubbing his cockhead against her core, pushing her slim panties to the side easily. “You’re already so fucking wet.”

Digging her fingers into his shoulders, Kara releases a shaky whine of desire, of helplessness. She’s pinned like a bug against a tree and there’s nothing she can do to fight this. She wants to be pinned on his girth.

She doesn’t want to fight this. Not the way his thick cock parts her labia, not the way he fills her roughly to the hilt, helped along by her slickness. No, she doesn’t want to fight this at all. She wants to commit his groans and growls to memory, the way his fingers dig into her hips with bruising strength as he makes her his.

As he takes her.

The heavy foliage and bushes hide their indecent act well enough. Her back presses into the bark, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders as he thrusts up into her. Nick nuzzles her loose neckline down completely, seeking her tits. One of her hard nipples pokes out and he licks it playfully, growling against her sensitive flesh. Kara’s head falls backward, chest arching up as he draws on her nipple rhythmically, sucking it into his mouth.

Ravaged. Against a tree. Inpublic.

She runs her fingers through his hair, her legs around his waist tight as he drills in. Every so often, a small, high pitched gasp will spill from her lips and he’ll tell her to shush. “Do you want to be caught, slut? Do you want people to see how needy your cunt is?”

She’s gushes around him in excitement, loving his filthy, demeaning words. He groans, feeling her slickness. He rotates his hips, stirring her pussy wetly. Kara’s going to die from it, loving when he hits her sensitive nerves, hidden inside.

Almost on cue, they hear a small trio of people walking by, likely taking the scenic route home from the bars. Kara tenses, clamping her jaw shut. The group can’t see them, but if they hear them, they certainly can come looking. They must only be ten, maybe fifteen feet away, over by the path.

Nick, shifts his hips, slowly, drawing in and out so agonizingly slow that Kara can feel every inch of him stroking her.Oh, no. Don’t, don’t make a noise,she tells herself like a mantra, feeling herself tighten precariously.

Oh, he’s thick, so hard, and hot inside her…

She gives him a furious look, but he just grins deviously, knowing how close she is, familiar with the sensation of her soaking him, tightening as she prepares to release. He’s recognizing the signs of how she cums. Her nipples, hard and exposed completely, are glistening with his saliva. He nips at them playfully, causing Kara’s eyes to nearly roll out of her head.

The voices are getting louder. Kara feels stars behind her eyelids, her pussy tightening painfully hard around him, her muscles tensing. She’s going to, she’s going to cum with a group of people slowly meandering by. She’s going to cum on his cock, squeeze him until he fills her with his own messy release. At any moment, the people can come closer and see her being taken like whore, tits out, nipples wet, a man working between her exhausted thighs.

It’s horrifyingly arousing.

Nick reaches up with one hand and presses his fingers against her clit and that’s all that’s written as Kara feels herself spasming around him, her insides fluttering madly. She bites her lip hard, trying to keep from moaning, feeling wetness filling her, covering him.

The noises of her wet sex grow louder and Nick thrusts in hard, one last time, stilling, pressing his mouth to her breast, trying to muffle the sound of his pleasure.

They stay locked together for a few seconds, Kara starting to feel a cramp in one of her legs. She taps him on the shoulder, panting hard, hoping no one can hear her. “Let me down,” she whispers.

The voices are getting faint. The trio is moving on.

Nick grunts his acknowledgement, slowly pulling himself out of her. He sets her on her feet and Kara feels all sorts of nastiness drip onto the grass from inside of her. She wrinkles her nose in disgust, wishing he would wear a goddamn condom one of these times.

Seeing her expression, he presses his lips against her damp forehead before grabbing a handful of her hair at the back of her head, giving her a meaningful tug. Kara gasps, arching backwards as his lips turn into a smile with teeth against her forehead.

She’s on uneven ground, one of her shoes somewhere in the grass.

With his free hand, Nick presses his fingers up into her swollen sex, under her dress, playing with his leavings. “That was nice,” he rasps in his usual, less dangerous tone, “I think you like almost being caught. Your cunt tightened up so hard I thought I was going to be stuck in you.”

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