Page 133 of The Invite
“You could’ve run.” Hitting her deep, I taunt, “You could’ve fought, driven us off the side of the road.” Upping my thrusts until a piercing clapping noise fills the air, I murmur, “You didn’t pick any of those options and chose to be alone with me.”
“None of this is my choosing.”
“I think you secretly like me.”
“You’re crazy.” Her insult comes out breathless as she fights the pleasure I’m bringing her by fingering her the way she loves. Slow but deep. Filled to the brim with teasing flicks on her needy clit.
I lean over her with one hand resting above her head until our breaths mingle. “You want politeness, right? Since youdidn’topen the link, I’m going toshowexactly what I did to you after you went comatose.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, eyes going half-mast. She knows what’s coming. Yet she refuses to admit the truth, telling me deep down she wants to watch me masturbate. Lodging my fingers deep in both her holes, I straighten.
“Take out my cock, Nessa.”
A carnal flush appears on her sharp cheekbones. Her hair makes a halo as she lays half naked on the leather seat.
My dick throbs in anticipation as she tortures us both by stalling.
I can sense the battle ensuing in her pretty little head. The dark side wants to please and give in to the corrupt lust while the rational part whispers it’s wrong to desire the devil.
“Now,” I growl, becoming the monster so she doesn’t have to make the choice. I’ll take the brunt of the guilt that’ll lay heavy on her if she gives in of her own free will.
My vicious voice puts her into action and she raises herself to tentatively reach for my belt and unbuckle it before pulling itthrough the loops. The zipper makes a loud noise as her fingers lower it slowly.
I’m so hard I can pound nails in the wall, especially when her hand grazes the crown of my cock. I don’t miss the fresh arousal coating my wrist or the clenching of her pussy and asshole as she obeys my filthy demand.
“Faster, little prey.” Impatience bleeds into my tone.
My jeans are shoved down. A groan rumbles from my throat when her soft and unsure hand dips inside and wraps around my length. We both stare as she tugs it out from my boxers. Her grip slackens and falls in fear at the size, making it slap on my lower abs.
I seize her wrist and force it around my shaft with my other hand, though her fingers barely meet.
“See what you do to me?” I grunt angrily. Using both our hands, I stroke from the head to the base and up again. Swiping at the precum moistening the slit with the hand I had buried inside her, I rub it crudely on her lips. “Taste us.”
Her tongue automatically peeks out to lick all over, not missing a single drop.
“Greedy little whore.” I shove the same fingers into her mouth and to the back of her throat until she chokes and sputters, saliva dribbling down her chin.
My dick swells as I keep pumping our joined hands and watch her beautiful face become a filthy mess.
Trailing my spit-covered fingers down the slope of her throat, I bring it to her pussy and insert them savagely.
“Oh god!! Mhmm,” she moans, lifting her hips to meet every thrust.
“Fucking watch,” I bark.
Her lusty eyes drop and she clenches at the sight, becoming mesmerized.
“While you lay in a peaceful slumber, I did this. I fucked my fist at the vision of your naked body in your bed. I stared at your pink pussy still dripping with your cum, the shape of your red nipples while imagining all the ways I’ll fuck you.”
She moans and strokes my shaft faster after tightening her grip. I pull mine away, letting her take over. Her palm looks tiny against my veiny girth.
“It made me hard that I could do anything to you without your permission. I could tie you up spread-eagled and claim your virgin ass until you finally woke up with my dick inside you.”
“That’s wrong, Augustus.”
“Is it?” I slap her pussy with my free hand. She squeaks in pain. The sound mixes with the wet noise. “I can feel you dripping and sucking my fingers deep, Nessa. Would you like me to do that the next time I slide into your bed?”
“Never.”
