Page 127 of Beautifully Ruined
She’s gasping, sobbing a little even as she kisses me back.
I’m pushing her. Pushing her to the edges of her comfort zones.
This isn’t the play we’ve done in parks alone. Or under that tree. This is a little different, and it’s thrilling.
Or maybe it’s not and maybe the thrills just come from her. I’d probably be turned on sitting, watching the movie with her, that’s the honest truth.
And just slow fucking at home without playing games is more erotic than any experience with anyone else in my life.
But I like this game, so I don’t let go of her hair. I’m playing the creep who’s taking her agency, forcing her to do things, and she’s going to like them all in spite of herself. The good girl being violated and left shaking with orgasmic bliss.
Vi’s perfect little fucked up fantasy.
“Scream or make a fucking sound, and I’ll hand you to the other predators in here.” I make sure she looks at me.
I don’t wait for her answer as I let her hair go. Instead, I flip up her skirt and pull her leg over my thigh, parting her thighs. The little witch didn’t wear the panties.
And I catch the fluttering edge of her smile.
I stroke my fingers up along her wetness and then push them into her. It’s not the best angle. It doesn’t have to be. I’m just knocking down the boundaries.
“What a fucking little slut. Panting for it, aren’t you?” I mutter in her ear. “I was going to let you go, but no panties is just asking for it.”
“Asking for what?”
“This.”
The theater is old enough that there’s some room between us and the row in front. So, I crouch down, pushing myself into the space and pull her to me, burying my face between her thighs.
Fuck, how does she just keep on tasting better and better?
I’ll take the cramped space for a taste of her pussy. I lick up, pushing my tongue hard along her slit, up to her clit, and then as she shudders, trying to grab at me, I lick down.
I suck one of her outer lips into my mouth, licking and nibbling it, and then I move up and bring my mouth down on her clit.
She arches in her seat. Pushing into my mouth.
I pull on her clit with my lips, running my tongue over the nub, and then I push two fingers into her wet tight pussy.
She clamps on me and pulsates in hard waves as she comes.
Vi stiffens, and I look up as she shoves her hand in her mouth.
Then I pull off her and get back in my seat. And I lean over. “Maybe you should go clean up in the bathroom.”
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head, the sounds of the movie washing over me once more.
And she gets up and hurries out on wobbling legs.
I sit for half a minute, head spinning, and then I shove the snacks in my backpack and notice something on the other arm of her seat.
Her lace panties.
Grinning, I grab them and hurry out, heading to the bathrooms.
I take a breath and push into the Ladies.
Vi’s there, washing her hands, looking like she just got fucked. “You can’t be in here.”
