Tears cloud my vision and the sound of his cock fucking my wet pussy fills the room.
“That’s my girl.” He pulls his dick from my cunt and lets go of my neck to slap my pussy.
I choke out a gasp and flinch at the pain. It just makes me wetter.
“Beautiful.” He runs his fingers between my lips and then sits up. Gripping my hips, he flips me over onto my stomach.
My head hangs off the edge and my hair sticks to my slick face. His knees spread my legs, forcing me to arch my back and I groan when his pierced dick slides back into me. I’m so sore already. It’s been too long.
He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head up. I cry out, but he slides his free arm around my exposed neck and flexes, cutting me off. Lowering his lips to my ear, he smiles at me in the mirrored wall before us.
I fight my tied arms, but his weight is on top of my back, crushing them between us. I can’t move and my pussy clenches down on his cock.
His smile grows at the feel of it. “I want you to see what I do when you get off.” His hips start to move back and forth while his tatted muscular arm holds me captive.
My lips are parted, eyes heavy, and drool starts to fall from the corner of my mouth.
“Gorgeous.” He kisses the side of my slick face while thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking my pussy. “See yourself, angel?” His deep voice sends a shiver down my arched spine. “How good you’re doing. Your cunt is taking my cock so well.”
My face tingles and my heavy lashes blink. Dots start to cloud my vision.
“Don’t pass out on me, angel. Not yet.” He loosens his arm just enough that I’m able to suck in a ragged breath.
“Pl-ease?” I beg desperately, squirming under his body. I need to come.
“You can have anything you want, Eve. All you have to do is ask for it.” He pulls back and slams forward, his cock making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I’m so close. “I need…please, Kash, I need to come.”
His arm tightens around my neck once again, and his hips thrust harder.
By the sound of his body slapping mine, I know he’s not going to give up this time. I’d smile if I could. My body heats up with pleasure as his cock slams into me. It hurts like it’s my first time. A burning feeling due to his large size stretching me. My body tries to fight, to pull away, but he holds me in place. Allowing no escape.
His eyes are on mine while dots start to cover the mirror in front of my face. I blink and he speaks. “Beautiful…” Kashton’s voice trails off, or maybe I lose my hearing over the blood rushing in my ears.
The light in the room grows brighter before it seems to explode in frontof my heavy eyes. Heat rushes over my sweat-covered skin and my pussy clenches down on him.
“That’s a good girl,” I hear him faintly say before everything fades away.
I groan, lifting my head, and realize I’m still in the motel. I’m lying on my stomach, head hanging off the edge and drool running from my parted lips. Blinking, I scan the floor and see the dead guy that I shot in the head.
Scrambling to sit up, I push my hair from my face and look around quickly to see that Kashton has left. I passed out. Well, he choked me out as I came all over his dick. He must have removed his belt from around my wrists, gotten dressed, and left me here.
What a gentleman.
I get off the bed slowly because my body is so sore. Between the fight with the two guys and the sex with Kashton, I’m exhausted and still shaking.
Looking for my phone, I see a Post-it on the mirrored wall by what seems to be a small bullet hole. Squinting, I walk over to it and read the writing.
“Fucking bastard.” I rip it off and wad it up, throwing it into my bag and collecting my things. I remember getting off a shot before he took the gun from me. I wasn’t really aiming for him, but if he wants to think that, thenthat’s fine.
I get dressed the best I can because Kash ripped my shirt, toss my bag in my car, and send a text before I drive off.
Done.
I’m pulling into my driveway thirty minutes later, still trembling at what I did.
I had sex.The thought hits me like a punch to the face. Shame enters my mind, and I feel disgusted. I begged to suck his dick. Begged to be fucked. I fucking apologized. For what? Not being a good whore for him?
