Page 39 of Cry, Little Dove

Erica undoes my belt, then the button on my jeans and opens the zipper. Her hand drifts into the fly of my boxers, curling around my dick, and I jerk like her fingers are made of pure lightning. She licks her lips as she pulls out my cock, eyes fixed on the swollen tip. Her head bows, and the first, slow stroke of her velvet tongue has my hips bucking. I twitch, ripping the steering wheel to the left.

“Oh, shit,” I curse.

The tires screech. I barely stop us from crashing into a tree, but Erica laughs. She licks around and around, teasing me while I leak onto her tongue. A growl rises in my throat, and she laughs harder. I grit my teeth.

The devious bitch knows exactly what she’s doing… and I know exactly how she wants me to react. I’ll teach her what happens to brats who provoke a feral man like me.

The car swerves again as my hand snaps into her hair, the other staying on the wheel. I slow down before I wrap the long black strands around my fist and yank. She gasps, her breath on my tip sending a cascade of tingles down my spine.

“Stop playing around, slut. Open your filthy mouth and suck my cock,” I hiss.

Her red lips part and she hesitates, a challenge glimmering in her eyes. She wants me to make her… and I’m all too happy to oblige.

I shove her down on my cock until I hit the back of her hot throat. She starts gagging, and a surge of pleasure shoots up from my balls as she swallows me. Her hands press against my thighs and she tries to push herself off, but I hold her down, her hair like a leash wrapped around my fingers like I imagined it the night I kidnapped her.

No escape for my little dove.

I force my dick deeper until her lips are against my groin. She panics, but that just makes her throat tighter, squeezing me like a vise. Her groans vibrate against my cock, and my balls tighten. I’m already close. Realizing that anybody driving by can see what we are doing almost pushes me past the point of no return.

“Is that what you want? Do you want to choke on my dick until you pass out, darlin’?” I mock her, and she makes a desperate, fuckin’ sexy noise. “Do you want me to use your throat as my personal cock sleeve?”

I pull her up, letting her catch her breath before shoving her back down. Sensitized from before, she chokes again, and a thrill bursts along my nerves.

I can’t take much more.

“You made me do this, Erica. You provoked me with your teasing, and you know that brats get punished.”

I move her head up and down, yanking on her hair while I fuck her face. She’s a quick learner, taking breaths whenever I slip out to the edge of her lips, but she can’t do anything about the gagging… and that’s the best part.

Mascara and eyeliner run in black streaks down her cheeks. Blood red lipstick is smeared all over my cock and her lips.

“You’re such a beautiful mess with your ruined makeup and my dick in your throat,” I groan. “Hollow your cheeks, darlin’, suck me harder.”

And fuck me, she does.

Her tongue strokes the underside of my shaft and her lips form a seal. My balls tense and my cock swells. I can barely see the road through flashing dots of light as my cum hits her mouth.

I hold on to the wheel for dear fuckin’ life, but the car swerves over the middle line before I narrowly avoid an oncoming car and get us back in the right lane. If I end up killing us, I’ll die happily to the sound of the other driver honking and Erica’s garbled moans.

“Be a good girl and swallow every drop,” I command. Not like she has much of a choice, though. I’m so far inside her, all she can do is take whatever I give her.

When I let go, she sits up coughing…and smiling.

My hand dives into the stretchy waistband of her leggings and under her panties. She’s maddeningly wet, my finger sliding easily through her slit. The heel of my palm presses on her clit and she rocks back and forth against it, slicking my skin with her essence.

“Oh, yes,” she moans. “Keep going, please, sir…” She closes her eyes, hips rolling as she parts her thighs wider, revealing a visible damp spot in her crotch.

I tut. “Look at yourself, darlin’. You’ve soaked through your pantiesandyour leggings like a needy bitch. My little slut got this wet from me fucking her throat. Aren’t you ashamed of being so desperate to get fucked by the killer who drugged and kidnapped you?”

Her face takes on a darker shade of red. She really gets off on me humiliating her, but damn, if it doesn’t get me going, too. Pity I need a small break, or I’d order her to climb on my lap.

“From the very beginning during our night in the motel, you always know how to drive me wild… how do you do it?” she asks breathily. “No one has ever turned me on like you do. Your touch is magic.”

I grin. “I have a sixth sense for whores who want to be dominated, degraded, and fucked until they forget their own name.”

And obviously, I saw her sex wish list, but she doesn’t need to know that. For now, I’m happy with her assuming I can read her dirty mind like an open book.

Erica attempts to give me a disapproving glare for my joke, but I slip three fingers inside her dripping hole, curling them to hit her g-spot. She hisses and her eyes roll back. Her pussy clamps down on my digits.

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