Page 92 of Famous Last Words
“Aw, my needy little slut can’t get herself off,” he derides, reaching out and swiping his finger over the toy, collecting my arousal from the tip before bringing that same finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
I squeeze my thighs together.
“Alright, Keller.” Robbie slides his chair back all the way, lifts his ass and shoves his sweatpants and boxer briefs down, his thick, hard cock jutting up against his stomach. “Climb on.”
I gape at him. “What? No. I’m not going tofuckyou in the car on the side of the road, Robbie.” I glance out the windows. “There could be people in the woods watching us.”
“You were just masturbating on the fucking Interstate,” Robbie scoffs. “Something tells me you like the idea of someone watching.”
I mean, he’s not entirely wrong. That morning in his bedroom when I sat on his face and rode it like a goddamn pony, I didn’t immediately hate that all his blinds were wide open for anyone to see in. But this is different. This is in a car, onthe side of the road, in the middle of nowhere. This is how horror movies start.
I’m ready to order him to pull his pants back up, but then he starts stroking his fat cock, and I’ve always been a weak bitch when it comes to the dick.
“I won’t fit between you and the steering wheel,” I say, sizing up the gap. “My ass will set off the horn.”
“Fuck’s sake, Keller,” Robbie groans, still fisting his rock-hard length. “Just take off your pants and climb over here. Trust me,” he mutters through gritted teeth.
The only saving grace is that the windows are now almost completely fogged; it would take someone pressing right up against the glass to see in. So, with a huff, I lift my ass and push my sweats and panties down, twisting my body only to hesitate because I really don’t understand how he expects me to fit.
“Turn,” Robbie says, doing a spin with his finger like I can’t understand the simple concept.
I roll my eyes and turn, backing into him, but then he grabs me and twists me completely so my back is to his chest, and he isn’t gentle about it, pulling me flush against him. I suck in a gasp when I feel the swollen head of his cock pressing right against my ass.
“Wrong hole,” I giggle nervously.
“Soon, baby,” he snickers, fingers pinching into my skin as he holds me.
I’ve never been into the whole anal thing, but the thought of doing it with Robbie makes my pussy clench.
“Arch your back,” he murmurs, lips skating over the crook of my neck. “Lift your ass.”
I do as he says, and then I feel him right there, where I’m so needy for him.
“Fuck, you’re drenched, Keller,” he groans as I slowly start to sink down on him.
My eyes fall closed at the feel of his cock filling me, but then something suddenly comes over me and I freeze, gaspingout. “Condom!”
“Fuckkkk…” Robbie growls. “They’re in my bag, in the motherfucking trunk.”
I hover awkwardly, the feel of his huge cock half-inside me so good that it’s taking all I have not to slam all the way down and fuck him senseless.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Yes.” I’m practically panting.
“I’m clean. I got tested when I started with the Thunder.”
“I’ve nevernotused a condom,” I say on a sigh. “And I trust you.”
“Yeah?” He grips my hips so tight, it’s almost painful. “You want me to raw dog you, Keller?”
“Yes…” I moan.
“Am I allowed to come inside this perfect little cunt?” He controls me, inching deeper and deeper at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Oh my God, yes!” I cry out, my head falling back onto his shoulder.
He chuckles, his teeth grazing the soft skin beneath my ear. “You gonna make a big mess all over my dick?”
