Page 6 of Just a Little Crush
“Suck my dick like a good girl and then I’ll fuck you like you want it.”
The back of the car is pretty crushed. I can’t see in properly. “Bec, is someone else in there with you?” She squeezes her eyes shut and starts groaning.
“Oh yes, baby. Fill my tight little pussy up. I need you so bad.”
A woman’s voice now.
“That’s right. I’m gonna pump you so full of come, you’ll be dripping down your thighs for days.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“It’s my phone,” Bec says, her face scrunched up tight.
“What?”
“MY PHONE!”
“Were you watching porn while you’re driving? Bec that’s so dangerous!”
“No, I would never,” she shouts, “It’s an audiobook.”
“Yes baby, yes, I’m a dirty little whore for your monster cock.”
“Lalalalalalaaaaaaa!” Bec starts up her wailing again and I can’t get over the shock of hearing such dirty words bounce around the car. This is why she’s screaming?
“Well, they don’t have books like this at the library.”
“It’s a dark romance. Please, just find it and shut it off.”
I look around her feet for her phone while the narrator fills in more of the picture.
She clenched around his mammoth tool, her screaming moans carrying for miles as he ravaged her raw against the old oak tree.
I cannot believe her with this smut. “Oh my god, Bec, you’re a filthbag.”
“Oh god. Kill me. Just leave me here to perish. Let the wolves take me.”
“We don’t have wolves in this country.” Her story blares on.
He came with a roar, unleashing a violent torrent inside her with such force that his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. She didn’t care, impaled on his heavy shaft she rode him like he was a wild bull and she was a champion cowgirl.
“You were born to ride this dick. Take it, take it,” he growled.
“He growled?” I burst out laughing.
“Ahhhhhh. Find my fucking phone, Renn. Please. Please?”
I know how inappropriate it is, but damn, the sweet sound of her begging over this smut is doing things to me beneath my uniform.
The rear door has popped open, bent under the force of the crash. I wrap my hands around the gnarled metal and pry it open further, the hinges creaking apart. I dip my head to look inside, more moans screaming from her phone. Finally I locate it in the rear footwell, wedged under the seat. Tapping the screen, I’m faced with the brooding scowl of a topless, tattooed man. I can’t stop myself from laughing again at the sight of the book cover as I move back round to her door.
“Wrecked By You. You’re listening to a book calledWrecked By You?”
“When I’m done with this pussy you’ll be ruined for all men. Tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to. Tell me!” he roared.
“Just shut it off!” Bec screams, and I press the stop button. “Oh, thank god. Now get me out of here. Please Rennie, I’m scared. I’m really scared.”
Her voice wobbles.Fuck.I can’t stand seeing her like this.
