Chapter 4

"Stop?" I taunt. "You don't mean that. I'm watching your tight little cunt squeeze around this bottle as you fight coming for me."

"Please…" A tear rolls down her face, and her body spasms when I drive the bottle deeper and force her to come yet again. Mercilessly, I continue to tease her with the neck, and she quivers around the brown glass sliding through her arousal.

"Are you going to come that hard around my cock?" I pull the bottle from her. I bring the glass up to my lips and lick her sweet arousal from it. I take a sip and groan as I swallow her down. Placing the bottle in the truck bed, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, already dripping with precum.

"Sam!" she screams as I violently yank her toward me and sink the entirety of myself into her soaked cunt.

"Fuck," I moan, "it sounds even better than I imagined when you scream for me."

Continuing to hold her hands firmly against the cold metal of the truck, I wrap my free hand around her throat as I continue to drive into her to the hilt. I repeatedly slam every inch of me inside of her as she writhes and screams beneath me.

"You're so fucking tight when you scream," I grunt as I thrust into her. "It's even fucking better when you fight me."

Climbing on top of her, I release her hands, and they immediately begin to flail at me, trying to push me from inside of her. Outweighing her by easily one hundred pounds, her fight is futile. Yet it causes my cock to grow even more rigid inside of her.

"That's it," I groan with a smile, as her palm strikes across my face. "Fucking fight me. You can hate every second of it, but you won't be able to deny how much you fucking love me inside you when you're coming for me."

"Stop!" Her cries and screams continue to fill the void of the empty parking lot. Tears continue to stain her cheeks, and her tight cunt begins to tremble around my cock. Her eyes lock on mine as she tries unsuccessfully to shove me from her again before I can push her over the edge.

As much as she tries to fight it, she clenches uncontrollably hard as I tear her needed release from her. Violently thrusting through her tight vise, my balls tighten, and I know I can't hold back any longer. I let out a roar as I pull from her and paint my release on the ground beneath the tailgate.

I step back from the truck and tuck my spent cock back into my pants. Lifting the bottle I used to warm up Mia's perfect little cunt, I take another sip before pouring some into the pool of cum at my feet and kicking it into the dirt.

"You were better than I fucking dreamed." I grip her thigh as she tries to pull her skirt back down to cover herself. "If your needy cunt wants more?—"

"Don't fucking touch me." She shoves my hand from her leg as she continues to sob.

"We both know you've never fucking come like that before," I chuckle, leaving her curled into a ball as I head to my car. "You can find me at The Rail if you change your mind."

Closing the door, I gun the engine and pull from the parking lot. Dust trails behind my car as my tires tear up the gravel and dirt. Taking another sip of my warm, cunty beer, I place it in the cupholder to enjoy the remainder at home.

At this hour, I make quick work of crossing through town, back to my side filled with sprawling estates and massive mansions.

Can't say I didn't invite her to join me…

Flipping on the blinker, I turn toward my drive and wait for the electronic sensor to open the gate before driving up to my home. I come to a stop at the base of the steps, leaving the car in the middle of the large circular drive. One of my staff will take care of it in the morning. Pushing open the door, I grab the beer bottle from the cupholder and head inside.

It"s vacant. Too quiet. I need something to come home to at night.

I should probably get a dog.

But a woman would be so much more fun to play with.

If it's not going to be Mia, I need to find someone. Someone with a tight little cunt and a pretty mouth to stick my cock in when and where I please.

Sipping the beer as I walk through the house in the dark, I can't stop thinking about Mia. The way she thrashed beneath me and that look in her eyes when her body betrayed her, causing her to unwillingly lose herself around my cock.

Fuck, she would've been perfect.

Even my cock fucking agrees.

It's been less than thirty minutes since I was buried inside of her, and I'm already fucking hard again.

Walking into the living room, I place the bottle on an end table as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. Taking a seat in an oversized, leather upholstered chair, I turn on the highlights I missed of tonight's game.

Beer in hand, I leisurely stroke my cock as I watch the recap. Then, once it's over, I click the remote to stream from an attached hard-drive of porn cultivated to my particular interests. Savoring the last of my Mia-flavored lager, my eyes glued to the screen before me, I fist my length until I spill over my hand.