Page 5 of Road Rage Daddy
I smirk at how wrong she is and dive back into her pretty little wet pussy as soon as I have her under control, suctioning my lips over her clit as I gently ease a finger inside her, careful not to go too deep yet. Harley’s hips writhe beneath me, and I have a hell of a time keeping suction while she tries to buck me off.
Frustrated, I bite the inside of her right thigh. “If you don’t quit squirming right now, missy”—I nip her again in the same spot—“I’ll bite you hard enough to draw blood until you learn how to behave. Now, be a good girl and hold still so Daddy can make you cum.”
Harley moans, dropping her knee that’s not pinned to the back of the seat open. “Yes, oh god!” She snaps her knee up. “I mean, no! I don’t want—”
I sink my teeth into the flesh of her left thigh.
She screams with outrage and pain, so I nip her again a little harder to show her I’m not bluffing.
Harley screws her eyes and mouth closed, crying as she lays her head back and stops fighting.
I kiss the teeth marks I left behind. “There you go. Good girl. Relax and let Daddy make you feel good. It’ll be over soon,” I lie.
She turns her head and presses her face into her arm to keep from screaming. Such a good girl.
I watch her closely as I start massaging her clit again with my tongue, working my finger back into her. It’s not long before her lips part with another involuntary moan. Oh, she tries hard to hold it in, but when I add a second finger and curl them just right, her jaw drops open as her back arches, her hips rocking with pleasure without enough force to knock me off.
I ease a third inside her. “That feel good, baby?”
She moans, dropping her knee open as much as her hip joint will allow, her chest rising and falling faster now.
My cock aches with the need to be stroked, yet it’s easy to ignore as I watch Harley fall apart beneath my tongue.
“Oh god, Emit,” she moans when I have all three fingers buried deep inside her. Her breath catches as I begin to fuck her—not too hard, but enough to have her swiveling her hips rhythmically, chasing my fingers whenever I withdraw them. “Just like that.”
I’m jealous of her little tongue that slips out to lick her dry lips, and she’s so lost in the pleasure of the orgasm I force out of her that she moans as I kiss my way up her body, shoving her shirt and bra up to her neck to suck on her large pink nipples before I finally make it to her mouth. Instead of snapping her head to the side away from me, her tongue plays with mine as I deepen the kiss while lining my cockhead up to her prepped pussy.
“Harley, baby.” I trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck as I hike her knees up to my ribs. She turns her head,searching for my mouth, and I oblige, panting against her lips as I push halfway inside her. “You feel that?”
She rips her mouth away to gasp. Her voice is scratchy, barely there, when she answers, “Yeah.”
I withdraw, then drive forward, only having to force the last two inches of my length to be fully sheathed in her cunt. “You’re not a virgin anymore. You’re mine.”
Harley snaps her eyes open, fear and pleasure blowing her pupils wide.
“And I’m never letting you go, wife.”
Chapter 3
Harley
I cry, fighting the belt binding my hands, my head throbbing from the heat and terror and tears. The belt holds, and my fear gives way when Emit calls mewife, reminding me of what he’s cost me. Taken against my will what I had been saving for the sweet, gentle, loving husband I had been dreaming about.
It doesn’t matter how fuckingamazingit feels to have his thick cock inside me after already making me cum with his tongue and fingers. Fury explodes, spurring me into motion so fast he doesn’t see it coming when I curl forward and bite down on his bottom lip harder than he bit me, trying to rip it off his face.
Emit’s expression turns feral as he growls, and he grips my throat, squeezing it until I’m forced to let go of his lip. As soon as I gasp for air, he relaxes the hand around my neck and weirdly gives me a peck on the lips.
“Don’t do that, baby, or Daddy will have to make you bleed for being a bad girl.”
My aching pussy pulses around him, and I pant. “Emit…please—”
“Oh yeah, keep begging for me, baby. I love it.Craveit.” Emit pulls his hips back and pushes into me gently, in and out, untilI’m stretched enough to take those last few inches without any pain or resistance.
“Why?” I cry even as I drop my head back and roll my hips, moaning loudly with his next thrust. “Why are you doing this to me? To get back at Luther?”
“I don’t give a shit about Luther. He sure as shit never cared about me.” That last sentence is punctuated by a slightly harder thrust.
“You’re punishing me because of him!”
