Page 4 of Snatched Princess

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I wipe my mouth in disgust, snarling at the perpetrator.

“Watch ya tone cunt…” He drops down to his knees with his arms overhanging as I try to back up from him.

The bass baritone of his voice is sexy, and I force myself to remember this man kidnapped you… don’t think naughty thoughts. My panties are filling with liquid heat. Trembling from the erotic sensations, I’m freaked. I can’t help the way my body’s reacting to this fool. He puts a finger under my chin, and I slap it away, reeling back. “Don't forget there's only one reason you're here, I liked the smell of that snatch. So, keep your fucking mouth shut while I snatch that smell from you…

This vile, sick, perverted son of a bitch has some nerve talking to me like this.

Fiery embers of rage ignite within, and it’s enough to get my blood boiling. My head is thundering, fire’s coming out of it, I’m sure. It’s not the fire I think it is… Shit, my panties are wet, this Snatch guy is gross, but his tone. His hot breath on my face, it’s a chemical reaction I can’t explain.

He’s so close to me. I want him to back up off me, but I want him to make me come at the same time. He owes me pleasure after kidnapping me.Snatch stands up and my body has a mind of its own.

One touch and I want him to grab my ass and take me. His dark, magnetic forcefield of energy changes the whole goddamn room. It’s exuding his ugly sexual energy, and the kitty kat is holding on for dear life.

No. No. No. It must be the come down. You don’t want this dumb fuck.He’s got this cute little chunk out of his eyebrow. Those disrespectful, dog ass eyes… but wait a minute, they’re hot. Got me drip, drip, dripping. Shit. Snap out of it Lara.

I lick my puffy lips, tasting blood. I must have chewed through it last night. Damn. I ball my fists up fighting the sexual urges rising, taking over my body.

“You son of cunt! Where do you get the balls to talk to me that way?” I scream using my chest as I grip the sheets. My ass facing him.Oh shit.His foul eyes are fixed on my tight ass. Can’t say I blame him, I’m hot. This bitch wants it. I hope he can’t see the wetness seeping through.

“Get the fuck up off that bed and bring that stank coochie over to daddy!” The rich baritone demand ricochets off the walls, riding in waves through me. Involuntarily, I shiver as goosebumps pop up like tiny mushrooms along my bare arms.

He’s dressing me down and I wanna fucking slit his throat, but I’m stuck… hypnotized by the thick bass in his voice. I can't help but follow his command.

I must be out of my ever-loving mind because I shoot up like a soldier. I stand in front of him while he sneers. I glare back, our faces inches from one another.

“I’m here, so now whatcha gonna do?” I challenge, holding my chin high.

“Not as dumb as I thought you were. Let’s see what you got down there. Those tits aren’t bad either. Gonna be in my mouth soon.” I tingle, and my subconscious says yes, yes, yes. I want my pussy on his face too. Make him suffer under me. Fragments of my brain can’t fuse together quick enough. His mouth ain’t bad to look at. His greedy fingers drift to the top of my stomach. Quivers. I hold a gasp in. Please fuck me, I call out in my head as he draws my tank top up slow. His deft fingers skim across my belly. I shake some, but keep my chin hitched.

You won’t get the best of me, but you’ll give me that dick.

I’m staring into the dark orbs of his eyes. This man is sick. What happened to him? Why’s he’s so fucked up? His tongue licks out as his finger strokes the joint between my forearm and bicep. “What now?”

He puts a finger to his lips as he unbuttons the top of my jeans. The ache coursing through my pussy is unbearable. Touch me. Touch me, I call out again in my mind. His finger combs through my airplane strip down there.

He jerks me forward placing a hand in the small of my back. His fingers travel through my furry pubic hair grasping, searching for my slick folds. Damn this is hot.

He closes his eyes in a groan as he finds my hot, dripping pussy. His fingers push my folds apart as he curves his fingers into my warm, gooey center. Electricity darts around my nerve endings in delight as I bite on my bottom lip aiming for restraint.

Tension releases from my body as his hot, raggedy breath lands on my face. I begin to sway as he applies pressure to my pussy.

“Yeah, there’s that snatch. I knew that pussy was red hot for me. I’m gonna make you come while you’re standing up. Fucking take these fingers,” he spits. “Then I want your mouth around my dick. Like that?”

My chest expands as his finger work circles probing, teasing so good. His face contorts into a wicked smile as his rough lips crush my mouth.

“Fuck,” I whimper. He lays the flat of his palm against my clit and shakes my pussy. I’m vibrating, letting out jagged cries of ecstasy.

“Uh-huh, futile to resist. Fucking come for me. Let’s go. I maim pussies. Don’t you know?” Too many senses. My body’s not mine now. It’s his. I surrender. I’m desperate to come and start to grind against his fingers. I have to get off. It’s aching too bad. This might be the best orgasm I ever have. His other hand grabs a handful of my round melon breasts. He does the same as he does downtown, skimming his whole palm over it.

“You maim pussies?” I ask breathily, but it’s a rhetorical question. Mine is his to devour.

“You got a pretty mouth, it’s better when you’re quiet though.” His pace slows as he lightly touches my clit. So close - I’m on the edge of getting off.

“Finish it,” I grit through my teeth, but a sound knock at the door stops him. I flutter my closed eyes open, agitated that some fucker interrupted my sexual high.

“Yo, we got church,” some high-pitched voice calls out. I roll my eyes.

“Be out in a minute,” Snatch replies.

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