Page 45 of Small Town Surrogate

She needed Ross to get in here and fuck her…No! She didn’t want to fuck Ross. She didn’t want to fuck at all. She wanted to get out of here and go— where?

Where?

Where?

Who am I? What’s my real name? Why am I here? What’s happening to me? Why do I want him to fuck me more than anything in the world?

She shuddered. She didn’t have an answer to the last question any more than the others. But it was the most important question. Getting Ross to sleep with her was the most important thing in the world.

“Mister Ross,” She groaned for what might have been the hundredth time. “Ross, come back. Please come back…”

She hadn’t heard Ross at all since he left the room. The door was locked. She had tried it.

Locked in a room…again.

Sometimes flashes of her old life came back to her. These were always scary. She saw a man’s face, the evil plain in his eyes. She heard his rough voice. She knew she would never escape.

“Ross!” She screamed. “Ross! Ross!”

“Hey, enough!” He roared, and the door swung open and he came in so fast he must have been standing right outside. “Girl! What the hell is the matter with you? All this noise for what?”

She saw his erection straining thick in his sweatpants. She flung herself into his arms, naked. “I just was missing you!” She said wildly. And in that moment Ross gave up the battle and let her lips make contact with his. She sucked and licked his bottom lip, and she tasted just like coconut candy.

Ross was kissing her. Finally. With desperation and relief she kissed him back. His lips felt like heaven. The pressure in Angel’s head eased up and she felt able to breathe again. Between her pussy ached. Yes, she thought. Yes, this is what I want…

She pulled him closer, rubbing herself on him like she had done earlier.

“First you cuss me, then you beg me to fuck you. Make up your mind,” he growled.

“I want to have sex,” She panted, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her pussy.

Another powerful orgasm racked her. He watched the whole thing, his eyes nearly as glazed as hers.

She tore at her panties frantically, dragging them down her legs. “I’m ready.” She didn’t care; nothing mattered but getting Ross’s cock buried inside her.

It was Ross’s turn to groan as she flung the panties off and spread her legs. His thumb slipped inside her and he began to move it.

“Yeah.” She rocked her hips, greedily twirling her pussy over his digit. “That’s right…”

Haze. Pleasure. Pleasure. Nothing mattered but this. She would do anything for this man. She would let him fuck her into oblivion.

She grasped him through his sweatpants and squeezed. He had a big, thick dick. Dimly an alarm rang in Angel’s mind, but it went quiet as he ducked down and began eating her pussy.

He ate.

And ate.

He ate like his last meal, sucking and licking her like no man ever had. Angel moaned and began rocking her hips, spreading her wetness over his face as he found the exact point of her need and put all his attention there.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Please, Ross. I need you.”

He looked up and moved from between her thighs, away from her. He was still hard but his eyes were narrow. He was jacking off, his dick aimed at her like a cannon. “Aren’t you a virgin?”

“Yes,” she replied, though she didn’t know until that moment that she was. What else don’t I know about myself?

Ross rolled off the bed, quickly jerked his pants up over his waist and fastened them over his bulging thick erection. Scraping a hand through his wild hair, he looked her up and down. He seemed to be fighting for breath. His whole face and chest was red.

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