Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Instinctively I reach for the door handle on the other side, but it’s gone. There’s a gaping hole where one used to be, and there’s no way to open the locked door from the inside. My heart is beating out of my chest as I look back to see him closing his door and locking us in the cab.
The space should be big, but his body is bigger, so already I’m feeling caged inside. Finally realizing my arms and legs are free I reach up and tug down the cloth that’s been covering my mouth. I turn so my legs are facing him, ready to kick, and watch him lean back in his seat comfortably.
“What do you want?” I ask, still panting from the exhaustion of my run, and now the adrenaline pumping in my veins.
“You.”
His one-word answer is dark and low, and though his face is still hooded, there’s no mistaking the fact that he’s staring right at me. Right between my legs.
I open my mouth to try and talk reason into him, but his arm shoots out and snatches my wrist pulling me over to him.
“I think since you’ve uncovered that mouth, it’s time we put it to good use.”
Heat rolls down my back as he tugs me over to his lap and reaches down with his free hand. I bite my lip as I watch him slide down his loose sweats and pull out his naked cock.
The hand that was on my wrist goes to the back of my neck and he grips my hair tightly.
“If…” I lick my lips and try again. “If I do this, will you let me go?”
I’m trying to think of something I could say to ease his anger. Maybe if he sees I’m cooperating he’ll go easy on me. Right now, he looks aggressive and rough.
His grip tightens at my words and he doesn’t answer me.
“I’ll do a really good job,” I say, but this seems to only make him madder.
“Do you like sucking dick?” he growls, and my legs begin to tremble. “Let’s see how you do, and then we’ll talk.”
I look down once again to the third leg he’s got stretched out in front of me. Involuntarily my pussy clenches and I know she’s worried about that angry monster getting a hold of her.
“Watch the teeth,” he warns from under his hood as he moves my face to his cock.
The hard length is an inch from my mouth and his fresh clean smell hits me. Though I don’t want it to, my mouth waters as I open my lips over the tip.
“Don’t tease,” he commands, and I shake a little in his hold.
I do as he says and relax my throat as I take as much of him as I can inside my mouth. There’s still a good amount of him I can’t manage and I instinctively wrap both hands around the base of his cock, tightening and massaging.
My tongue runs along the bottom ridge, and he hisses with approval as a bit of his cum leaks into my mouth. I should hate this. I should hate how he’s forcing me, but there’s a deep dark spark inside my body that is somehow getting off on this.
I close my eyes tight and try to focus on making this good for him. I want to give him the best blow job of his life so he’ll let me go without incident. He could open the door and I could get in my car. I could drive home to Teddy and talk about wedding plans like none of this ever happened.
But as a shameful wetness grows between my legs, I know that this won’t ever be forgotten. And I also know this won’t be enough for him. Even as his grip tightens on my hair and he signals that he’s about to cum in my mouth, I can feel the restrained power in his arms and thighs that he needs more from me.
His salty-sweet cream fills my mouth and I swallow as I rub his shaft. I take every drop and just before I pull back, I place a small kiss on the tip. I don’t know why I do it, but I tell myself it’s because I needed to do a good job. That my escape depended on it.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I sit back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, avoiding his gaze. I don’t want to see what I’ve just done, and I try to shake the imagery out of my mind. The pulse between my legs reminds me that not only did I do it but I enjoyed it, and another wave of shame washes over me.
“My turn,” he says, and my eyes snap to him.
Before I can ask what the hell he means by that, he’s grabbed both my ankles in his hands and jerked me down on the bench seat.