“This way,” he says, gesturing me toward his van.
I rub my arms, trying to stay warm in the chilly night air. “I’ll just wait here while you get the jack.”
“Did I tell you to wait here?”
Suddenly the cadence of the man’s voice has completely changed, from friendly to harsh. “I told you to come with me to the fucking van.”
Oh shit.
I try to run back to my car and the open door but he snatches me from behind around the waist.
I start to scream but he clamps a hand over my mouth. It’s only seconds later that I’m being shoved in the van. He holds me down with his knees while he pulls the van door shut behind him.
Trapping me in.
Oh God, he’s got me trapped.
He wastes no time, either.
“That mouth’s so pretty,” he pants, straddling my body and scooting until his knees hold down my shoulders, his groin right in my face.
The next thing I know he has his cock out.
“You want this, don’t you, slut? I fuckin’ know you do. Saw it in your eyes you were begging for it right when I came up to you in your car. So now you’re gonna fuckin’ take it and take it all the way down your throat.”
“No!” I scream but he pinches my nose so the only way I can breathe is by gasping, mouth open.
He takes advantage and shoves his cock in, so far back that I choke.
“That’s right. Oh fuck, yeah. Choke on it.” He shoves it even further, down my throat until I gag. Tears pour down my cheeks as I choke and gag around his cock.
He pulls out and I gasp for air but it’s only a momentary reprieve because the next second he’s shoving it right back down again.
I writhe underneath him, squirming and trying to shove him off but it’s no use, he’s too big.
I don’t know how long he fucks my face for, long, agonizing minutes but finally he pulls out. I gag and choke in air, turning on my side. He gets up off me and I try to take my chance and scramble for the door.
He grabs my ankle right before I can grab the handle, though, and yanks me roughly backwards.
“Oh, I ain’t done with you, pretty girl. Not by a fuckin’ long shot.”
I screech as he shoves me on my back and rips my skirt up. He roughly yanks my thong down and shoves my legs up to my chest.
I know what comes next. My pussy is completely exposed to him and I cry when I feel him line up and shove inside me.
“You’re wet for it, bitch.” He slaps my ass so hard I know I’ll feel it every time I sit down tomorrow. “You’re so fucking wet for it.”
I weep harder, shoving at him uselessly with my hands.
He’s too big.
Too strong.
He laughs at my struggles and just keeps fucking me ruthlessly. With hard, slamming thrusts that drive my back into the industrial carpet of the van’s floor. The beading on my gown digs into my back.
“Wanna see them titties. Them fancy titties you hiding away in that fancy fuck dress.”
He reaches down and grabs the front of my dress in both hands and rips it in two. It had a built in bra so now I’m completely exposed to him.
“No!” I cry as he reaches for my breasts. He pinches one nipple, grabbing it and twisting it so hard I scream.
He bows low over me and bites my bottom lip as his hips continue to pound me. “Cry for me.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head back while he continues twisting the first nipple. “Fucking cry for me!”
The pain is excruciating. I feel him everywhere. He’s everywhere. He’s everything.
I couldn’t possibly feel more.
But I’m wrong.
Oh God, I’m so wrong.
Because his hand slides down from my hair to my throat.
Our eyes meet and hold. I suck in a quick breath.
And then he starts to squeeze.
He’s choking me.
And it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking experienced.
The fact that he’s allowing himself to go this far, that he’s freeing himself this much, that he trusts me and trusts himself with me.
I am so in love with Dylan Lennox.
As his hand cinches tighter around my neck and I feel his command in every flex and sinew of his powerful body over me, the orgasm rises like a tsunami.
He sees it—he knows me perfectly—and he releases both my throat and his iron grip on my nipple and the rush of oxygen and sensation— Oh God, I—
I wail as I come and clench around every part of his body I can get at.
I love him, love him, love him—
Light bursts and sensation rushes outward from my center. Oh— Oh—
Dylan’s lips smash down on me and I feel his cum spurt deep inside me. So fucking deep, uniting us, making us one.