Page 234 of Satan's Spawn
That’s always been the darkness I saw in Rebecca.
My mother was never even there.
Pressing her against the car, I reach in my back pocket for my car keys, and click the doors unlocked.
“Get inside.”
“No.” She shakes her head, making one of my eyebrows point.
“No?”
Rebecca’s removing her coat as she says, “I want you to take me right here.” She tosses the coat on the ground and jumps up on the hood of my Mustang.
Her legs are parting for me, the devilish look in her eye drawing me in like a spell.
Rebecca scoots back as I round the hood, grabbing her ankles to yank her closer and flip her over.
Her feet are back on the ground, but her chest is pressed against the hood as I pull down the palm tree pajama pants she didn’t bother changing before marching over here demanding answers.
Rebecca’s exposed in a hot as fuck black thong sinking between her ass cheeks, and my thumb finds the tiny bow above them to caress before pulling back the panties like an arrow.
I let go, and watch as the fabric smacks against her white skin, so tender it’s already turning red.
And my dick rock hard.
Reaching behind me, I pull out the pistol, slipping the safety in place before laying it by the side of her head.
“What the hell is with the gun?” she asks, unable to help herself from knowing everything.
Yanking Rebecca off the car, I bring my face to hers and kiss her lips. “No more fucking questions.”
Her smile is heated as I shove her back down, ass pert and upright ready for the taking.
I wring my hands around the flimsy lace and tear it from her body, making Rebecca yelp in response as her underwear falls to the concrete. Then I slap her bare ass.
“Did that hurt?” I grit out, digging my nails into the plump flesh.
“Yes…” she whimpers.
So I slap her again. Hard. Right in the spot I left blotches of red with my hand.
Rebecca cries out, begging for more.
Always begging for more.
I fuss with the button of my jeans, having them down in one fell swoop before my cock springs to attention, veins pulsing with the need to be inside her perfect cunt.
“Can I?” She holds one of her hands out behind her back, wanting to touch me.
So I step closer to her.
Rebecca explores every inch of my cock, until she’s fiddling with the hoop of my Reverse Prince Albert.
She pulls it gently, making me hiss.
“I can’t imagine how good it would feel to have this in my mouth.”
No, I haven’t had it in me to have Rebecca suck my dick.
