Page 55 of Blood

The wide tip hits the back of my throat. Gags mix with groans. His fingers twist in my hair, the pain only adding to my own arousal.

Moaning, I suck harder.

Kaleb releases my hair. His hand trails down my back and over my ass, where he gives me a solid smack. The thin dress does nothing to shield the force of it.

My cry of outrage is muffled and useless as he does it again.

“Faster, baby. I’m just turning onto Ellis Road.”

We’re nearly at the turn for the cabin’s road. I wiggle my hips, desperate for friction, anything to help with the pulsing of my clit.

His words and voice just remind me of who we are and what we’re doing. Tears spill out onto my cheeks, rolling down until they drip off my top lip and onto his cock. My mouth wipes them away as I swallow him again, like they were never there.

My head bobs over and over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kaleb chants above me.

I try to slide my hand up the front over my dress, but Kaleb spanks my ass again.

“Don’t even think about it. Focus on me,” he orders, but his actions soften his words. The hand on my ass moves farther down the curve of my ass. He pulls up my dress, and his hand disappears between my legs. Quick, hurried rubs have me on the edge in seconds.

I’m going to come.

My head rises, leaving his cock wet and angry in the night air. My jaw aches. “Ahh,” I cry out so close to release.

His hand disappears.

“Finish me. Wrap those pretty lips around my dick, and don’t even think about spitting. I wanna see it in your mouth,” he growls.

Strong fingers once again press through my panties. They’re soaked. Useless, they sit in the way of what I really need—his fingers buried deep inside me.

Kaleb’s groaning picks up, and his chest rises quicker and quicker above me. His cum shoots to the back of my throat at the same time the car picks up speed.

Not wanting his movements between my legs to stop, I swallow him down, sucking out everything he has to give.

My mouth opens with a cry, my orgasm a rub or two away. His cock leaves my mouth with strings of spit and cum connecting us.

His right hand leaves me, denying my release. Tangling in my hair, he arches my head back until I’m looking at him.

Kaleb’s forehead is covered in sweat, his chest heaving. Driving the car straight, he looks down his nose, keeping his eyes on me and his head tilted back into the headrest.

Close by, large trees pass us quickly outside the window. We’re on our private road.

The car jerks to a halt, and my hands grip his thigh to keep myself from falling, but I shouldn’t have worried. Releasing my hair, Kaleb moves his hand to the right side of my ribs, keeping me planted where I am.

His cock bobs, still just as hard as before.

“Open your mouth.”

Knowing what he’ll see, I do as I’m told. I can still taste him and feel strings of his cum on my chin and lower lip. My cheeks pull where my tears have dried. I’m a mess.

Gray eyes zero in on my swollen red lips. The heat in them doubles.

“Now, I’m going to show you how I get my women.”

What?

I blink up at him.