Harlee
When we get far enough away from the diner Wrecker pulls off on the side of the road.
“Any of those men back there familiar in any way to you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Figures.” He grunts and lights up a joint.
I roll my eyes. “You really think this is a good idea right now?”
I step into him and go to grab the joint to put it out as he grabs me and covers my mouth with his. For a moment, all sense leaves me and I allow him to stick his tongue in my mouth. I fall into the girl I used to be, the one who loved this man, and I allow myself a brief moment of pleasure. My tongue brushes against his and he growls, sending shivers all the way down to my toes. His hand moves down the small of my back and cups my ass.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline from the attack but it turns me on and my panties dampen until he pulls back and says, “Goddamn, Princess, I need to lay you down in a bed.”
I shove against his chest. “Never happening.” I shake my head and he lets me go.
“You still love me.” He smirks.
“I hate your guts.”
He laughs and relights his joint, taking a hard pull.
“The only thing you hate is the fact that you’ve denied yourself the pleasure of being in my arms for far too fucking long.”
I shake my head. “You don’t get it, do you? I loved you, I loved you so fucking much but you betrayed me in the worst possible way. I don’t do cheaters, and from what you did back at the diner, you will never stop. Let me guess, you plan on going back to her next time you ride out this way, just to fuck her tits.” I know him all too well.
He doesn’t even look ashamed, just surprised, as if I read his mind. “I have needs, Princess. If you don’t give me what I need, I will find it elsewhere.” He shrugs and holds the joint out to me but I shake my head so he snuffs it out and shoves it in his pocket.
I snort. “And that is exactly why I won’t ever be with you again.”
He grabs me by the neck, pulling me close to him. His large hand practically wraps around the slope completely. It would be a turn on if I wasn’t so mad at him. “Stop fucking saying that. You. Are. Mine. Always. There is nothing you can do or say against it, because I will be owning you. This body. This heart of yours fucking belongs to me. The sooner you admit and give in, the happier we’ll both fucking be. God, I wanna bury myself between your thighs, fuck you so deep and hard.”
“The only way that will happen is if you rape me.” Something flashes in his eyes, and for the first time, I’m actually a little scared of him. He wouldn’t dare.
“If that’s what it takes, baby, I will. And I’ll keep doing it until you’re pregnant and my ring is on your finger. Plus, baby, it’s not really rape if you want it just as much as I do.” His other hand roams, finding its way inside my pants, cupping my pussy. “You want this, you might fight at first, but once I get in there,” his hand goes inside my panties and he shoves two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp, “you will beg me not to stop. You forget, I know how much you love to be ravished. To be taken by force as you pretend to fight me off. You fucking love it. Your cunt is greedy for it…so damn eager.” His hand squeezes my throat tighter and I practically gush all over his hand as he works me over.
His fingers pump into me, harder and faster until I can barely stand. My eyes roll back in my head as he sucks on my neck, biting me, leaving a mark. I should be mad but I can’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure his torturous fingers are bringing me as I cum like a fucking freight train. Fuck, I haven’t cum that hard in years. He always did know how to get me off and make me see stars from the intensity of my orgasm.
“Yeah, baby, you missed me doing that. Can’t wait for my dick to be back inside you. Filling you up, over and over again. Pounding that sweet pussy that was made for squeezing my cock. That pussy that was made for taking my dick so Goddamned deep you can feel it in your stomach. And that ass, baby, I haven’t forgotten that you promised to give it to me. If I find out any other man has so much as even licked or fingered it, I will cut out his tongue. Then I will cut off his fingers and his pecker. Because I told you, Princess, you motherfucking belong to me.” God, he needs to shut up or I’m going to cum again. “Nobody will ever fucking eat that pussy like I can. You know you wanna be 69 with me right now, riding my face while you suck on my dick.”
My legs shake with want. He may be a prick, but the man knows what buttons to push. He knows no one compares to him in the bedroom for me. I won’t tell him that but deep down I know he knows.
He slowly pulls his hand out of my pants, his two fingers that were inside me, dripping with my wetness. He grins, sliding them inside his mouth, groaning as he sucks them dry.
“So, tell me, Wrecker. Who tastes better? Me or that bitch back there?”
He shrugs his shoulders and licks his fingers again.
“Still don’t want me, Princess?” He asks with a smirk. Smug fucking bastard. “You of course, Princess.You've always had the best damn pussy I've ever tasted, but can't deny that bitch back there tasted pretty fuckin' sweet,” he says, with a wink.
“I can't believe you just said that to me!”
“You asked, Princess, I'm just bein' honest.”
“I hate you,” I rasp out, tears stinging my eyes.
His eyes narrow on me, seeing my tears he flinches slightly but shrugs. “Hate sex is the best, didn’t you know that? I can’t wait to see how fucking hot it’s going to be. Let’s go.”
He pulls me back to his bike and I silently get on behind him. Cursing myself, and my stupid body for wanting him so badly.