Page 45 of Yours Truly


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“You are not to speak to me that way,” I snarled, my hands curling into fists at my sides.

“But you were choking me!”

“And I’ll do it again.” I wrapped my hand around her throat and shoved her backward, pinning her against the door. “When I tell you to open your mouth, you will let me fuck it any way I want. Do you understand me?” My grip tightened, squeezing her throat just enough for her panic to come back in a tidal wave. She lifted her hands, wrapping them around my wrist. “You’ll take it like a good fucking slut?—”

“I’m not a slut,” she said, her voice raspy. I couldn’t hold my laugh in.

“You’re not? Then why have you let me finger-fuck you twice now? Why was my dick just down your throat?” Her lust-filled gaze darted between mine, her fingers tightening on my wrist. “You liked when the girl in the book was called a whore. You’re telling me you don’t want that in real life too?” Her breath hitched, and I knew she wanted it. I knew she wanted anything I had to give her. “You like wearing your little skirts and low-cut shirts to tease all the boys at school. Why is that? Is it because we both know you want them to fill all your holes? Is it because you know that’s all you’re good for? Being a warm place for men to stick our cocks. And you get off on that, don’t you? You like knowing it was you that made them come.”

My hand slid between her legs, my other still tight around her throat. Her head fell back against the window as I let out a low laugh. “Look how much you love this. You’re making an even bigger mess. You’re dripping all over my car seat. Should I make you lick it clean?”

Fresh tears overflowed from her eyes, but I didn’t think it was from my words or embarrassment. I think she was so turned on she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her body trembled harder, her pussy even slicker than it had been moments ago. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along her cheek, licking up the tear. I groaned at the salty taste, my eyes rolling back. Every bit of her tasted amazing.

“Should I fill this needy cunt while you finish sucking me off?” I murmured, my voice low. Her pulse pounded against my thumb, and I nipped at her jaw teasingly. “Tell me, little fawn.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I need something inside me.”

Another low chuckle left me as I pulled away, dropping my hands from her body. She slumped forward, her breathing harsh, as I reached into the seat pocket behind me and grabbed the bottle of lube I kept stashed there for my late-night visits to The Arcade.

She tracked my movements as I held it between my hands. “What’s that for?” she asked, sounding worried.

“Lean back against the door and put your knees to your chest.”

“But—”

“I won’t ask you again,” I interrupted. My dick was so fucking hard, it felt like it was about to snap in half. “Do it.”

She maneuvered herself into the right position, wrapping her hands around the backs of her knees and pulling them to her chest. Reaching over, I gripped her panties with both hands and ripped them in half, leaving the sopping fabric hanging from her hips.

Turning the bottle around, I pressed it against her entrance. It was just a small bottle—nothing she couldn’t take inside her. My cock was bigger than this, and she’d be taking it soon enough.

I pressed forward, and she let her head fall back, her eyes squeezing shut. “Look at your tight little cunt stretching around this bottle,” I muttered, watching as her body opened to accommodate the blunt, thick bottle. “It’s like your body is desperate to be filled and fucked.”

“I wish it was you instead,” she said so quietly, I nearly missed it. My eyes snapped to hers, and she rolled her lips between her teeth like she hadn’t meant to say it.

“You’ll get this,” I told her firmly, shoving the bottle in deeper. “You’ll take whatever I give you and be thankful for it, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

Her fingers turned white around her legs as she pulled them back more. “Does that feel good?” I twisted the bottle slowly, pulling it out before shoving it back in. A moan ripped from her throat as I did it again, harder, fucking her with it how I wanted. She liked it rough, just like me.

Perfect girl.

I pressed the bottle deeper until it was almost all the way inside her. “Keep that in and come put your mouth back on my cock,” I said, leaning back in the seat. “You’re not stopping until I come down your throat.” She let her legs fall forward, and the bottle slightly slid out. “Oh, and if that comes out, you’ll get punished.”

I watched as she carefully moved herself back to her knees. She rested her hands on the console again, her breath ragged as she stared at me. Reaching over, I lifted her skirt, tucking it into her waistband so I could see the bottle between her legs. It had slid out about halfway, but she’d kept it in like a good girl.

“Come on. Don’t keep me waiting.” I tapped my thigh, lifting my hips in a silent demand. She leaned forward, moaning as the bottle shifted inside her. Her hot mouth immediately wrapped around my cock, and she slid her head down until she gagged.

I reached for the bottle between her legs, gripping it tightly in my hand as I began thrusting it in and out at the same rhythm she sucked my cock. My fingers tangled in her hair again, and I pushed her down. At the same time, I forced the lube deeper.

“Take every fucking inch,” I grunted, lifting my hips. She gagged again, but it was cut off by a moan. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking messy and desperate. Fuck yourself on this bottle, little fawn. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much of a slut you are.”

She moaned again, pressing her hips back. More of it disappeared inside her before she pulled forward, shoving my cock deeper in her throat, and letting the bottle slide from her cunt. She moved back and forth, fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time.

With every movement, her pussy and mouth made obscene, wet sounds, but I didn’t care. The sounds, her smell, the feel of her mouth around my dick, and her pussy trying to swallow the bottle whole were enough to send me closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” I groaned, forcing her head down further. My cock slid into her throat, and I felt her immediately try to swallow, as if she were trying to force me out. I pushed deeper, and my fingers in her hair tightened until I was positive I felt strands rip out.

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