Page 6 of Road Rage Daddy
“Does this feel like a punishment, Harley?” Lights flicker in and out of my vision as pleasure skyrockets when Emit wraps an arm around my back to hold me to his chest as he fucks me with more ease. He kisses me, whispering in a husky voice against my lips, “You hear that sloppy, wet sound your pussy makes every time I fill you? With the way you’re dripping for me…I’d say you’re enjoying it. Loving it even.”
I moan at his long, deep strokes, and he’s right. I’ve played enough with myself to know what it feels and sounds like when my body is primed for an earth-shattering orgasm. I shake my head yet arch my back as much as I can under his weight,lovingthe way the tip of his dick rubs along a particular spot deep inside me with every thrust of his hips.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I lie, my high-pitched moan giving me away, pressure building in my lower stomach, heat radiating out from my core as my breathing rapidly accelerates. I flex my hips, urging Emit to go faster.
“Bullshit. You’re mine, and you know it. You wanted a husband, and now you’ve got one.” He says it so gently, adoringly, just as I dreamed of hearing one day from the man who would cherish me forever. He moans at his own words as his cock swells larger.
My mind spins, too overwhelmed by the orgasm I’m fast approaching to make sense of anything. And so I stop trying,accepting my fate for now since I can’t go back in time and change course as my stomach caves in and my toes curl. “Emit, oh god, right there, right there!”
“You feel so good, baby.” His rhythm falters as he pushes deeper, deeper, deeper, his chest heaving with exertion and lust.
“Are you going to cum?” My inner walls tighten around him, wondering if he’ll pull out in time.
“Fuck yes, I am. Going to stuff your little pussy with everything I’ve got.”
I cry out, jerking my hips up at his words. I turn my face into Emit’s, rubbing my cheek against his like a kitten as I lift and lock my ankles around his back, wishing I could free my hands—not to fight him off or try to escape, but to hug him tight as I go over the peak of my climax, sobbing out his name brokenly through a dry throat.
“That’s it, Harley. Cum for your Daddy. For your husband.”
The last of my energy fizzles out, my vision turning black with the intensity of my orgasm, and I breathe out his name before I slip out of consciousness.
Chapter 4
Emit
I don’t take it easy on her, though the decent part of me I’ve forced to the back of my mind tries to pipe up, begging me to slow down. But there’s no slowing down, not when her pussy creams for me, wetting our thighs.
“Oh, baby, yes! You feel fucking phenomenal.” My body shudders as my balls draw up, my head turning fuzzy as I thrust one more time inside Harley’s unreal tight pussy and cum inside a woman for the first time without making sure she’s on birth control beforehand.
I nuzzle Harley’s sweaty neck, breathing unevenly as my body relaxes with my post-orgasm high. It’s never felt this good before. So good that I almost passed out. I chuckle at the absurdity and wonder if it’ll always be like this with her. I certainly hope so since we’ve got another seven or eight decades of this ahead of us.
“You’re not on birth control, are you?” I grunt when my softening cock jerks, threatening to harden. “Because I’m throwing that shit out if you are.” As my wife, she won’t need it. Not until we’re done having kids. Even then, I’ll probably have a vasectomy so she won’t have to deal with any of the nasty side effects my ex-girlfriends did.
When Harley doesn’t answer me, I push up onto my elbows, her outside leg dropping unnaturally to the side. “Harley?” Her head lolls on her shoulders. “Baby?” I pat her cheek, and her lashes don’t so much as flutter. “Oh shit, shit!”
I pull out and sit up on my knees, going cold when I see her hands have turned a bloodless white from being tied together above her head. I fumble with unknotting the belt, her arms falling limp as soon as I get her hands free. I curl her onto my lap, pressing two fingers against her neck to check her pulse, my head going fuzzy once again, but with relief to find her heart beating strong.
I fucked her so good that she blacked out. Pride wars with concern over that. I’ll have to be more gentle with her once she’s pregnant. I don’t want to tax her body too much when she needs her strength to grow our child.
Time had stood frozen while I had Harley beneath me, but now the sounds of the outside world come roaring back, trucks flying down the interstate, the hot wind pushing the dust around in the parking lot. Anyone could spot us with our doors hanging open and stop to investigate. They’d find an unconscious young woman with red ligature marks around her wrists, teeth marks on her thighs, cheeks stained with tear tracks, and her swollen pussy leaking my cum. They’d form the wrong—but correct—impression.
I have to get us out of here. Quick.
I lay Harley back down for now, then stuff my cock in my jeans and rush around to the back of the truck to scoop up my hat, her dirty clothes and shoes, then throw them into the back seat. After lifting and locking the tailgate, I unload all her belongings from her car, tossing them haphazardly into the truck bed.
Once I have her car emptied, I pop the hood and rip out an important-looking hose from the engine. I toss her car keys onthe driver’s seat, then hastily scribble a note about abandoning the car due to it breaking down. It’s my hope that a no-gooder will pass by and simply steal the car, maybe strip it for parts, instead of reporting it. And if it does get reported…sure, the police will find our fingerprints and connect me to Harley, but by then, she’ll be wearing my ring on her finger and my last name. I’ve made enough money since turning to private security to buy my way out of any trouble, should it come to that.
After one last search of her car to make sure I didn’t miss anything, I check on Harley, debating if I should leave her where she is to rest or bring her up front with me in case she wakes up and thinks to jump out of the truck during the drive home. As little as she seems to value her life on the road, I wouldn’t put it past her to do something crazy like that.
My stomach bottoms out when I find my back seat empty, and my eyes shoot past the opposite side, Harley’s half-naked figure growing smaller as she staggers toward the feeder road.
I roar Harley’s name, darting around the truck.
She whips her head around when she hears me, tripping over her feet and losing her balance. I catch her around the waist before her ass hits the ground, potentially skinning her backside on the broken bits of concrete.
“Don’t scare me like that, baby.”
She’s dead weight in my arms when she screams, “Scareyou? Scareyou! I’m the one who’s scared, you freak!”
