Best Women's Erotica(48)

I could hear another sharp inhalation in my ear as he leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders, pushing harder, making the pleasure burn quickly. I could feel it welling up and building, like rough waters behind a strong dam. “Please don’t stop, Sir,” I begged, not even realizing what I was saying.

“Take it then,” he responded, leaning against me again. “Take it, you fucking whore.”

I could feel an orgasm welling deeper again as the words thrummed in my ears, but a small sound pulled me back from it. He slowed his thrusts and the waves retreated. I couldn’t believe my ears. His cell phone was ringing. Of all things, his bloody cell phone. I wanted to scream and curse, and I nearly began to before he popped it open.

“Hello?” he said, still pulling in and out slowly and chuckling softly. “What am I doing? Fucking a filthy whore in a dingy alleyway.” I knew I should have been angry, but something other than anger was pulsing through my veins.

“Why don’t you come by?” he said. “You can have a go with her.” I felt my face color again.

Blood thumped through my ears as he continued his conversation, still slowly pushing in and out of me. Part of me thought this was near blasphemy, that I should push myself off that dingy couch, demand to be taken out of the handcuffs, gather my panties and what was left of my dignity and storm off. Part of me liked what little friction I had and thought it was worth staying around for more, despite the rudeness. And then there was another part of me that liked what he was doing, his blasé disregard for my feelings, the fact that the rumors were true and the fact that I was special enough to share.

“No, this one’s on the house, I won’t charge you,” he said, pausing before continuing. “She’s a petite brunette in the tartiest outfit you’ve ever seen, and I’d bet you a fiver she’s got the tightest pussy you’ve ever fucked.”

I tightened myself instinctively, all of the warm and sweet feelings pooling into my clit again. I kept quiet, hoping the conversation would continue and inspire him to check me for any features the caller wanted in particular. I got extraordinarily lucky.

“You’d think she would be, but she’s not. And she’s easy too.” His hands moved past my thighs directly to my labia, rubbing a few amazing circles around my clit. “She got wet at nearly the drop of a hat and she should still be. You could probably go for hours on her, and she begs beautifully, too.” He laughed in agreement with his friend, pulling away and stopping all of his movements. I moaned in slight protest, and he pushed his hand onto the small of my back. “Don’t interrupt me,” he whispered.

It was anguishing, the last few minutes of his phone call, even more because they didn’t invite more of his touch on me. He kept his hand on the small of my back the whole time, letting me inhale more ripe fumes from the sofa without even his cock in me to sate me a little. He had pulled it out when I had foolishly interrupted. I cursed under my breath.

“I’ll see you in five, yeah? I’ll keep her warm for you,” he said, clicking the phone closed, finally.

He moved his hand from the small of my back and placed both on my wrists, digging the metal into my skin just slightly as he leaned toward my ear. “I should just let you sit here and stew for that. You interrupted a very important phone call. I don’t just waltz about the streets all day, you know. I have business to attend to. I gave you the privilege of fucking you while I talked, and you had the audacity to try and interrupt. What have you to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, without missing a beat. I didn’t feel like being coy or playing any more games. I just wanted something, whatever he had to give me, “I’m sorry I interrupted…Officer. It won’t happen again.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “You are very well trained, aren’t you? Let’s see if we can soften you up a little before the others arrive.” I wanted to ask who the others were, but when he pushed his cock into me again, I honestly didn’t care about anything but the oddly satisfying feeling of fullness when he shoved himself forward. It tickled but made me feel like I was melting from the inside out. And when he pulled me back just so to slide his warm fingers over my clit, up and down, pushing just slightly, it turned the tickle into a fire that made my pulse quicken. I could feel my body picking up where it had left off, drawing up so quickly I was sad to think it was coming to an end.

Instantly, I could feel my pussy tighten and send sparks shooting through my clit and labia and on up through my chest in a wave. Taking a breath in instinctively, I held on to it so it would last longer, exhaling only slightly to continue to ride the feeling of waves and circuits shorting through my system. I could never understand how women in movies could scream so loud when they came. In the short twenty-five years of my life, no matter how much I moaned and took breaths between my teeth while being fucked or fucking, coming had always felt so strong it stole my breath away.