Page 74 of Out of the Shadows
Fumbling in his pockets, I found what I was looking for and pulled out his phone. He plucked it out of my hand, unlocked it, and used the reach of his long arms to place it in one of the cupholders and start recording.
For a moment, in which time seemed to stand still, we stared at the black lens of the camera. A wild swarm of butterflies fluttered in my stomach until they coalesced into a solid ball of heat, whether from nerves or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. Our hungry gazes met, and I licked my bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement as if spellbound.
Then we exploded into movement, driven by the added stimulus of the feeling that we were being watched, even if only by a camera lens. Every square inch of my skin was electrified, and every touch of his fingers created a spark as if we were two exposed wires colliding.
Lips locked, teeth clashing, tongues fighting. He had no mercy — the beginner had become the master, and he dominated me effortlessly. His thick, rough fingers wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me feel slightly dizzy.
“Look at you, Princess,” he rumbled, driving his hips against me again. “So pretty with my fingers around your delicate neck, being a good little slut. I can almost smell that delicious pussy dripping for me. Too bad I can’t really enjoy it here … oh well, later, I guess.”
His other hand drifted under the fabric of my skirt, his fingers creeping between my ass cheeks, where he tapped the end of the plug. A mixture of a high-pitched grunt and squeak escaped me, but he increased the pressure around my neck slightly, then I felt as if I was floating.
He must have spotted something in my half-lidded starebecause he loosened his grip a little, and a devastatingly beautiful, crooked grin appeared on his face.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. I can’t wait to feel how tight you’re going to be for me. Now, be a good slut and get my cock out.”
As I yanked on his shorts, his fingers slid down, playfully tracing the sensitive skin around my slit. Shivers ran down my spine, and I struggled to keep my hands steady. He lifted his hips so I could pull the shorts down far enough to let his pulsing length pop out. The veins protruded, and sheer moisture had gathered on the fat head.
“God, I’d love a taste,” I breathed out. Mesmerized, I stared at it as his hand dropped from my throat, and he pumped himself twice, then ran his thumb over the tip to collect the pre-cum.
He coated my slightly parted lips with it. “Your wish is my command, baby. Maybe I’ll even give you a taste later when I’ve pumped you full, how’s that sound?”
A whimper and a breathless “Mm-hm” was all I could get out.
“Yeah, I knew you’d like that. Now drop your tight ass down and ride my cock.”
With one hand, he held his dick in position while the other lay at the side of my neck, commanding, possessive. I lifted onto my knees, hovering over his lap, eager yet strangely nervous at the same time.
Even without the silicone shoved up my ass, it was a pretty tight fit … How would it feel to have something in both holes? Would it be too much? Would it hurt?
He must have read the uncertainty in my eyes, and though he was as inexperienced as I was, he slipped into the lead role effortlessly, as he so often did. The calluseson his hands scraped across my skin as his hand wrapped around my throat again.
“Eyes on me, Princess. Give me your slick little cunt, I want my balls drowning in your cum.” With a firm, sure grip, he pushed me down slightly. His tip slapped against my clit, eliciting a strangled moan from my lips, then he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet for me.” He moaned, a muscle in his jaw twitching, his gaze feverish. As if he couldn’t help himself, he slid the crown through my slippery folds back and forth, back and forth.
“Colt, please, stop playing and get inside me.” The desire welling inside me was overwhelming, and my pussy was pulsing and throbbing. My thighs trembled slightly from holding myself up for so long. Finally, he positioned his tip at my entrance again, and I sank down on it.
I felt full, almost to the point of bursting. There was enough of my arousal dripping out of me to get him inside easily, but it was tighter than usual, making everything more intense.
Colt let out a choked moan as I sank deeper and deeper, finally bottoming out. “Goddamn, that’s tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his jaw twitching. His broad chest heaved with ragged breaths, and I might have stopped breathing altogether.
I collected myself before slowly raising and lowering myself, riding him. What had felt strange and unfamiliar at first, now made my eyes roll back in my head. The pressure was exquisite, as if I could feel every vein on his swollen cock, and the first tingles of an approaching orgasm rippled through me.
“Shit, you feel huge,” I whimpered. Skin slapped againstskin as I lifted myself off him again and again, getting bolder each time.
“Yeah, ride that cock like a good little whore. Fuck, it gets you so excited to have something up your ass, doesn’t it? You’re so goddamn wet.” Lazily, his hand slid to my clit, and he flicked his thumb over it a few times. He didn’t even have to try very hard, as I was already so close to the edge of the cliff that I plummeted at his touch, unexpectedly and violently.
“Oh my god, I’m coming,” I squealed in shock as my muscles tensed, my toes curling, and my pussy pulsing around him. My head slumped forward onto his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath, completely blindsided.
“Are you okay?” Colt forced out.
“Mmm, oh yeah, more than okay.” I nodded vigorously, and he smirked.
“Good, then you’d better brace yourself.”
He grabbed my hips on both sides and slid me up and down his cock. The whole truck shook, and my mouth fell open.Holy shit.
Again and again, he pushed me onto his length, turning me into nothing more than a glorified fleshlight — and I was fine with that. In fact, I liked being manhandled. There was something seriously wrong with me, but I’d already established that.
