Bow Down(37)

“We can take this city together,” he said, whispering in my ear. “You and me, Louisa. We can take this city and own it.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Together.”

He pinned me back against the window, tipped my head back as his other hand slowly slipped beneath my panties. He rubbed my wet clit in slow circles, my ass up against the windowsill. His tongue was in my mouth as his fingers pressed inside of me. I groaned, moaning into his kiss as he slowly fucked my pussy like that.

He grunted and suddenly pulled back, taking my hips. He turned me around, pressing me against the window. He roughly pulled my shorts down, dropping to his knees behind me.

I moaned, surprised, as he began to lick my pussy from behind. His tongue explored every inch of me, firm and soft and warm all at once. He tongued my wet pussy, fucking me from behind as his hands held my ass nice and firm.

I moaned as he lapped me up from behind, my hands gripping the top of the window, face pressed against cool glass. I didn’t care if someone could see us, all I wanted was for him to keep going, keep licking my pussy, keep making me squirm.

My toes curled as he slapped my ass then tongued me, teasing my pussy, rolling up to my clit and back again. “Do you like when I eat this pussy from behind?” he asked.

“I’m not complaining,” I managed to say, smiling back at him.

He slapped my ass hard again and stood up. He pressed three fingers inside of me, making me moan, and pulled my hair back.

“I want to fuck you until you scream. I want the neighbors to hear you.”

“We can’t. That’s dangerous.”

“No, it isn’t. They need to know this is a normal house with a normal, filthy girl living inside of it. Do you want to be normal?”

“No,” I moaned. “Never.”

He pressed his fingers deeper. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to do.”

“Yes,” I gasped, mouth hanging open, mind a blank of pleasure. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Good.” He stepped back. “Rub your own dripping cunt.”

I reached back and slowly rubbed my clit with one hand. I heard him taking his pants off. I looked back to see his thick cock hard, his hand stroking himself.

“I love looking at this ass,” he said. “Your perfect fucking ass, your cunt dripping wet. Do you like touching yourself while I watch?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I want you to watch.”

“Fingers inside.”

I slipped them into myself, tipping my head back and gasping.

“Now taste them,” he ordered.

I slipped them out and put them in my mouth, licking off my own juice.

“That’s right,” he said, stepping up closer. “Taste yourself, your dirty fucking girl.” He took a handful of my hair. I felt his thick cock press against me. “I want you to taste what I fucking love to suck and lick.”

He pressed himself deep inside of me then, making me gasp.

“Oh fuck,” I said, holding onto the window. “Shit, Wyatt.”

“God damn you’re so fucking wet and warm. Your tight pussy makes me want to fucking come deep inside of you.”

He began to work his hips, sliding himself in and out, in and out. I could feel his cock filling me, stretching me, and I knew he could destroy me. His hands took my hips, holding me hard as he began to fuck me. He reached up and felt my breasts through my shirt and bra as he fucked me rough.

“Work my cock,” he ordered me. I began to slide backwards, head turned back toward him. I felt like I was going to pass out. Sweat was already dripping down my back. He slapped my ass. “Faster,” he ordered.

I moved my hips faster, twisting them, working them along his shaft. I slid back and slammed myself, moaning, biting my lip to try and stay quiet. He pulled my hair back, hand close to the roots, as he slapped my ass again.

“Harder. You think you can get me off? Work for it, you fucking filthy girl. Work for my cock. I want to see you fucking sweat.”

I doubled my efforts, slamming back against him, using the window as leverage. I was moaning loudly, mind a total blank as he slapped my ass harder. His hand found my throat, gently holding me there as I worked back against him.

His cock was deep inside of me, his hand on my throat. He owned me in that moment, and I knew I’d do whatever he wanted. The thought of him controlling me, dominating me, it set me off. I loved the pressure on my throat, loved the danger. He was a bad man, and his cock made me feel so damn good.

“Come on this cock,” he said. “Come on me and then taste your own cum.”

I tipped my head back, moaning as I worked faster, faster, slipping back, riding his cock, slamming my self along his thick shaft. I came as he reached around and began to work my clit. It tipped me over the edge, that pleasure, and he continued to rub my swollen clit as I came hard against his cock.