Page 93 of Famous Last Words
I can’t even form words at this point, only sounds I hope he accepts as my consent.
A swift smack lands on my ass, startling me, and I perk up again with a gasp.
“Hold onto the steering wheel and fuck me, Keller.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I find Robbie relaxing back, hands resting behind his head, smug grin playing on his lips, and I don’t know who he thinks he is, but fuck him. Gripping the steering wheel, I sink onto him in one swift move, causing him to shout out and grasp my thighs, his face falling into my hair with a grunt. And I don’t know if it hurt him, or maybe he likes it, but fuck it. He asked for it.
I lift up and do the same, slamming back onto him, and each time he hits me so deep, I see stars.
“Fuck, shit,” Robbie hisses into my hair.
When I feel him rub up against my g-spot, I grind my hips, circling them and arching my back to get the best angle, crying out as every nerve ending in my body lights up from within.
“That’s it—use me,” Robbie mutters, wrapping a hand around my throat and squeezing. “Ride my fucking cock, baby.” He meets me, thrust for thrust, each time making me sob as my body writhes needily on top of him.
“Fuck, Keller,” he grunts, biting hard on my earlobe. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking fast. Your hot, tight little pussy choking my dick feels so fucking good.”
When I hear a familiar buzzing start up, I turn to see him holding the tiny bullet vibrator between his thumb and forefinger, and I practically growl. “Yessss.”
“You want this?”
“Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, yes,” I pant.
“Where do you want it?” He plays dumb in the best possible way, dragging the vibe over the peaks of my breasts where my nipples are aching underneath my sweatshirt.
“My clit,” I moan. “I need it on my clit.”
“Where are your manners, Keller,” he chides menacingly, clicking his tongue.
“Please...”
“Please what?”
I growl out of sheer frustration. “Please,asshole.”
He chuckles, the deep vibration of his chest coming through my back. But thankfully he gives me exactly what I want, dragging the bullet down and circling my clit causing me to cry out, my body jolting.
“Fuck!” Robbie yells. “Your pussy is clenching.”
“Oh my God, Robbie,” I whimper.
“I know, baby,” he whispers, holding the vibe right against my throbbing clit as he presses a gentle kiss to the skin just below my ear. “I know. You love that don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck. Oh my God, I’m going to come.” I throw my head back onto his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut as white hot euphoria shoots through my veins. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m… coming. Ahhh!”
“That’s it, baby. Breathe. Ride it out,” Robbie groans. “Come all over my cock like the filthy fucking slut you are.”
His words prolong the orgasm ravaging me from the inside; it’s like an out of body experience I can’t begin to explain.
“Shit, Keller, I’m gonna come,” Robbie spits out, his hold around my throat tightening to the point of delicious pain. “You ready for my cum?”
“Yes, please, Robbie,” I manage through the hold he has of me.
“Oh, fuck. Jesus,” he shouts out, shuddering, stilling deep inside of me. “Yes, fuck. Take it all baby. Shit.”
When his hand relaxes around the throat, I feel him sink into the chair beneath me, exhaling a ragged sigh. Then he drags the still vibrating bullet over my thigh and my hip before bringing it up to my lips, and I turn just enough to meet his glazed, hooded eyes as I twirl my tongue around it.
Robbie chuckles lowly, pulling the toy away and leaning forward, surprising me with a kiss. And not just a soft, post-coital peck, but a fully open-mouthed, mess of lips, teeth, and tongue, his hand cupping my jaw, holding me close so he can deepen the exchange until we’re both breathless again.
