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The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(48)

By:Ada Scott


"Taste that? That's how much you want this."

His finger was slick with my juices and my own arousal dominated my  sense of taste. Like the rest of my body, I couldn't escape this. His  finger followed me as far as I could move my head, as I tried to push it  out with my tongue, which only made me lap off my sweet nectar.

When he pulled his finger out, he grabbed a tight fistful of my hair and  leaned forward, kissing me roughly and sharing in the flavor of my  natural lubricants. I whimpered into the kiss, my mouth forced wide open  to accept him as he held my head still with that iron grip on my hair.

His tongue twirled slowly around mine, tempting it into a dance, daring  me to resist his power if I could. There was no stopping it, and my  tongue moved in time with his, the first steps of a tentative beginner.

He broke off the kiss and my head followed his for an inch or two.  "That's right, little girl, you can't help being a whore. Not when  you're so wet and ready. Not when you ache for my cock so much."

The throbbing rod of his cock slapped against first one breast and then  the other, and I felt the small splatters of pre-cum cooling in the air.  He moved forward and dick-slapped me in the face so I felt those cool  spots on my cheeks, chin and nose too.

That cock. It hit with such weight. I knew it well, but under the  circumstances it was almost like my first time again. All that mystery  and danger. Holy hell, I was so hot!

"How do you like that? You got any complaints?" he asked.

If I said "Kimura" now, this sleep mask would come off and I could watch as Austin fucked me …

"You'll never get away with this … " I said.

"I already have."

His thick cock pushed at my lips, distorting my facial features for a  few seconds before a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp. He  took his window of opportunity to shove his girth into my mouth. He kept  that tight grip on my hair, forcing my head to move in time with this  thrusts.

The bumpy ridge of his cock pushed at my lips every time he pulled back,  and I heard him groaning in pleasure above me, a low rumble that seemed  to come from deep in his chest. He quickly fell into a rhythm and  rivulets of saliva and pre-cum were soon dribbling down my chin.

Smack!

The light slap on my cheek caught me by surprise, and I moaned right on the head of his cock.

"Hell yeah. You suck cock like a pro."

The pace of his thrusts sped up, and he started pushing further until  the tip of his hard length hit the back of my throat. At first he only  brushed up against it, but soon he was pumping his cock in and out hard  enough that the squelching sounds must have threatened to wake up the  old lady in the opposite corner of the cabin.

I held back my gag reflex as long as I could. I could feel my cheeks  going red and a tear or two soaked into the sleep mask, and still my  unseen partner fucked my face with no signs of slowing down.

Eventually I coughed and gagged and he pulled out, slapping my face with  his cock again as I gasped for air. This time there were no small spots  of cooling pre-cum; his cock was slick and he was making a mess of me.

"K …  k …  k … " I panted.

"What's that?"

I struggled to catch my breath and licked my trembling lips. My pussy  was on fire with the need to be satisfied. This was scary, but it was  hard to remember ever having been more turned on.

I shook my head.

"That's right, cock slave."

He pushed his thickness back into my mouth and resumed his former pace  straight away. After that brief time out in the air, his cock felt cool  for a few strokes, but between my mouth and all that throbbing energy  inside, it soon warmed up again.

The impact on the back of my throat still made my eyes water, and I  still coughed around it a few times, but the struggle to time my gasps  for air and how good it felt occupied most of my consciousness. My whole  world was being taken over by hard-pounding cock and growing euphoria.

My legs were spread wide open when I felt a hand under my skirt again. I  didn't have the concentration to fight him, so my thighs stayed well  apart as his fingertips slipped under the elastic band of my panties,  and delved between my sopping wet folds.         

     



 

I lost control and moaned loudly around his cock, as much as each  squelching thrust allowed me to. With his fist still gripping my hair so  tightly that my scalp burned a little and his other hand between my  legs, I had a vision of him riding my mouth like a cowboy in the rodeo,  and my pussy squeezed his finger in response.

He pulled out of my pussy and, now that his finger was well-coated in my  juices, he flicked it back and forth across my clit. Bound and trapped  under him, impaled on his cock, I lost my freakin' mind.

My hips gyrated and I writhed in ecstasy, almost feeling like my body  was trying to flee his stimulation and push against it even harder at  the same time because it was too much. No matter what I did, he followed  my movements, never relenting in his assault on my little go-button.

His finger was moving so fast I was almost delirious. It was as if all  the pleasure in the world had been stolen and concentrated on me for a  few moments.

My orgasm hit me like an earthquake, shaking my body, and I moaned  longer and more lustily than I had so far in this pleasurable ordeal.  Something about that seemed to relax my throat and on the next thrust,  that thick cock just kept sliding and sliding until I could feel it down  there, so deep.

Rendered uncoordinated as a newborn deer by my climax, I tried to pull  back, but the man on top of me was in charge, and his only interest was  in forcing more cock into me, and making sure that every last ounce of  ecstasy was eked out of my orgasm.

My face went deep red as the euphoria thrummed around my body and the  need for oxygen increased. One by one, my muscles clenched up, holding  the tail end of my climax inside them, prolonging my orgasm longer than I  would have dreamed possible.

I must have had almost his entire dick down my throat, still locked in  the throes of pleasure, when the world started getting a little fuzzy  around the edges. With the mask on and the movement of the plane around  me, I couldn't be sure if I lost consciousness, but with all that  sensation coursing through me, I was distinctly aware of my body. And  that incredible thickness in my throat.

Suddenly, cool air was filling my lungs and I heard myself gasping  through a newly cleared airway. My assailant was moving between my legs  and I felt my panties being roughly tugged down my calves.

Everything swam back into focus when he flipped me over on to my stomach  and crouched over me. His heavy cock rested between my ass cheeks,  sliding with the help of my saliva and his pre-cum every time our bodies  shifted. It pressed against me even harder when I felt him stuffing  pillows under my hips.

"Fuck yeah. Get that ass up. I'm gonna fuckin' own you."

As soon as my pussy was presented to his satisfaction, I felt him prop  his hips up and aim his cock between my still-quivering labia. His  thickness pushed my teen petals aside and put pressure against my  entrance.

"Uhn!" I grunted with effort as he slammed his entire length into me to the hilt.

If I hadn't been so wet, if his cock hadn't been so well-prepared by  that vigorous face-fucking, he wouldn't have been able to get all the  way in that fast, he never had before. As it was, he clamped his hand  over my mouth again, tucked my skirt between our bodies to muffle the  sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass, and jack-hammered into me  hard enough that I wouldn't have been surprised if the passengers back  in economy could feel the shaking.

I moaned against his hand as he leaned into his fucking and almost  flattened me out again, despite the pillows pushing my pussy back up  against him. Those long hard strokes alternated between filling me up  completely and leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more.

Despite having only just survived the last orgasm, I could feel another  one threatening to build up already. He was right, for the time being, I  was a slave and his cock was my master.

Apparently satisfied that I had weathered the initial storm and could be  trusted not to scream, he reached under me and gripped my shoulder with  one hand, holding me in place. His other hand slid under one breast,  squeezing and kneading me as much as he could in the confined space.

With his dominant position over my body secured, he fucked me with manic  intensity. Alternating between long, straight, powerful strokes and  slower grinding motions, his cock thrust in at varying angles, leaving  no part of my eager depths unattended for long.

My second climax of the encounter began to make good on its threat and  my moans started getting louder again. I turned my head to press my face  into my upper arm, trying to stifle every slutty sound that wanted to  burst out of my mouth.

It wasn't perfect, but it helped, and only just in time. My pussy  muscles first fluttered and then clamped down on the thick cock sawing  in and out of it, increasing the powerful sensations.