Page 44 of Along for the Ride

Girl doesn’t listen.

“Fuck you,” she shouts back. “Go back to your brother.”

“Here’s my proposition, thief,” I say, trying to catch my breath between words. I can’t run like I used to. “If you stop right here, right now, I’ll just fuck your cunt. For every additional ten feet, that’s another hole I’ll take. You have thirty feet and three holes. If you go beyond that, I’ll stab this knife into you and fuck every new hole I make.”

She stops, and disappointment smothers my excitement.

“Only one hole? Really? I expected more from you.” I catch up to her and spear her to the ground, straddling her waist as her back hits the grass and a pained breath escapes her lips.

“Karson, don’t,” she squeals, her hands reaching for fistfuls of nothing above her head.

“I could take more, but what kind of man would I be if I went back on my word?” I say against her sweat-coated skin.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” Her leg wiggles loose and she sends her knee right into my nuts.

I wish it numbed the ache I feel for her, but the sharp pain that shoots into my stomach only fuels my hunger.

“You aren’t right in the head, Karson.”

“Neither of us is right in the head. Why let one in so willingly but fight the other?”

Her cheeks puff as she struggles to get free. “Because you’re an asshole!”

I sit up and look down at her, and she stops squirming. I love her fight, but I love when she stops and gives in to me more. I like watching the desperation seep from her. There is so much beauty in her defeat.

“Are you going to take off your jeans, little thief?”

“Probably not.”

I whip out my knife and spin it in my hand. “Fair enough.” I unbutton her jeans and unzip them until I can reach in with my knife and cut the crotch. That’s all I’ll need, anyway.

“No, no! Wait,” she says, her hands gripping my wrist. “I’ll take them off!”

She cares more about the damage to her only pair of jeans than she does about me stretching her around my cock. Hilarious.

“Atta girl,” I tell her as I adjust my weight and sit over her abdomen instead.

“Asshole,” she mumbles.

I pull out a cigarette and light it while I wait for her to finish undressing. She clenches her jaw, her lips tight. I’m sure it’s agonizing to know what’s coming while I take my sweet time to get there. Whether she wants it or not, it’s agony either way.

Her hands work down her jeans, and she kicks out of them like a flailing fish once she slides off her shoes. I put the cigarette between my lips and work off my belt. When I pull my cock from my boxers and place it between her perky tits, her eyes widen. Their eyes always widen when they get a good look at my dick. I’m pierced. Twice, to be exact, with a nice ball on all four sides of my head. A magic cross.

“What the fuck is that?” she squeals, straining beneath me.

I press the lit end of the cigarette against my wrist until it’s out, then I tuck it behind my ear. “Stop being a baby. You’ve already had me inside you. You’ve felt these before.”

“Not like this! It’s different now that I’ve seen them.”

Pinning her arms at her sides, I adjust myself until I get my legs between hers. “Then you don’t need to see them. I’ll do a fun little magic trick and make them disappear. Now you see it...” I smirk and throw her thighs over mine while pulling her into me. “Now you don’t.”

I push inside her without inhibition and growl as I sink to the depths of her. Her mouth gapes as the silver balls rake her tight cunt. There’s no escaping the feeling, and she could enjoy it if she’d just fucking relax.

When I thrust into her again, the force sends a whimper out of her throat. She’s squeezing around me, and I’m reminded again why my brother is so fucking obsessed. To have someone like her give herself so willingly to him must be nice. She hates my guts, but the hatred cools when I’m buried inside her. I pull my hips back so my piercings tease the most sensitive part of her, the ball at the top rubbing along her exposed clit. Her back arches off the ground, yet she holds back her moan.

“It’s okay to enjoy it.” I lean into her and bury myself inside her once more.

“The fuck it is,” she says.

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