“I hate you,” I choke, whimpering when he spanks me again.
Suddenly, I’m moaning when he yanks my panties to the side and unceremoniously sinks two fingersdeepin my very wet, very eager pussy.
Fuck…
I bite down on my lip, my brow caved and my eyes still squeezed shut. But Jesus, I can hear how wet my pussy is when Achilles starts to pump his fingers in and out.
“Your cunt is dripping down your fucking thighs for me,” he murmurs.
He thrusts into me again, the loud squelching sounds bringing a heated throb to my face as I press my cheek to the metal of the car hood.
“Look at him.”
My eyes squeeze even more tightly shut. Achilles grabs a fist of my hair at the nape, tugging my head up.
“Look. At. Him.”
His fingers ram into me, his thumb rubbing my clit.
…My eyes slowly open, and heat explodes across my face.
Travis is still sitting in the car, staring at us, a look of terror and confusion on his face.
Achilles’ fingers continue to pump into me with loud, wet sounds.
“Look at him, little prey,” he rasps. “Look at the pretty boy youthinkyou want while the MAN you need fucks you like you deserve.”
His belt jangles.
“Like you crave.”
I whimper when I hear his zipper tugging down. His fingers slide out of me, and I whimper when he shoves my panties even further aside, the tearing sound filling the night as I shiver over the hood of the car.
“Like the bad little cock slut you are.”
My knees shake. My toes curl and flex as my nipples tighten electrically against the fabric of my top.
Then I feel his hot, thick, swollen cockhead drag up and down my slick, needy pussy.
Oh my God…
Achilles rams into me with one brutal thrust, burying every inch of his cock deep inside.
“Stop it!” I blurt, not meaning it in the least.
“No.”
He withdraws and then thrusts right back in, taking my breath away as he fills me again.
“Don’t—!”
He spanks my ass as he slides out and rams back in.
“Stop…”
The words that already mean nothing mean even less as any remaining power in them shatters and falls away.
Maybe I hate him.