"You just made this a whole lot more difficult for yourself chick." He pushed his leg harder between mine and his thigh was pressing into my pussy. He gripped my hair tighter than previous and yanked my head back even more as he started to kiss my neck. I could feel his tongue tracing my skin as his lips massaged me. Every few seconds he would press his teeth into my skin, each time getting harder in pressure. "Please stop!" I started to feel the tears in my eyes start. I was supposed to be able to trust him. He was still supposed to be my best friend..
Which each time he bit down my body would tense and move against his. I knew he could feel the heat that was beginning to flow out of my leggings in through his sweatpants.
His hand grabbed both of my wrists as I'm trying to hit him anywhere I can get and spun me around, his other hands still connected to the roots of my hair. He bent me over the hood and grabbed the grease rag from earlier and set it beside me. He pushed into me to keep me from kicking him and I could feel him through my leggings. His visible covered by decently thin material hard on was press against my pussy and I could tell he was right, I am soaking wet. He kept pushing into me harder every time I would try and fight against him but I was putting up a decent match. I had plenty of experiences in mosh pits so I know how to flail my body even when I'm getting tired.
He then reached down in front of me and immediately started exploring with his fingers. I know he felt the heat through my leggings because as soon as his hands were over my pussy he let out a moan and I could feel his dick twitch against my ass. He started pressing into me quite hard, enough to make me stop fighting back.
"Oh, did I find your spot?" He still had my hair in his grip and he started moving his fingers over me in a circular motion. "No matter how many sex therapy sessions you go to you know you're still a little slut."
My breathing started getting slower and heavier, I couldn't help it. He knew all my spots and just how to work them. "Wanna know how I know? Because I can feel how fucking wet your pussy is just from being over your pants." Each time he spoke his fingers got tougher and quicker. I let out a small gasp trying to hardest to keep any noise or any tiny hint that my body was giving up on me and taking on the feelings I was getting inside me.
"Mmmmmm yeah you like this you slutty bitch." He stopped moving his fingers and reach over for the grease rag, while I had time to move I started flailing again but my lack of energy was no match for him. He tied both my wrists together behind my back, I could feel the grease slide over my skin warm enough to tell it was somewhat fresh. When he completed the task he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up so I was right against him, my back to his chest, his hard on sticking straight into me through our pants.
"Why are you doing this to me..." I couldn't tell if I wanted to cry or moan. Probably both.
"Because you want me to." He grabbed my face and turned my head towards him and kissed me hard. As he was trying to pry my mouth open with his tongue his free hand went inside the front of my pants and started to slide in between my pussy lips. I let out a moan and he started rubbing his fingers against my throbbing clit. We were full on fucking with our clothes still on pretty much. My wetness sealed through my leggings onto the crotch of his sweats. I don't remember ever being this wet before except when we first fucked I rode him backwards and created an ocean below us.
It seemed like for minutes we were dry humping each other. I told him no, but my body wants him inside me so bad..
He yanked me back around and slid his hands underneath my bottom and lifted me up. I had a clear view of his boner and this boy was definitely a grower. I wanted to fight but I couldn't. All energy was taken out of me. He started to yank my pants down and for some reason why hips lifted along with him. I laid down on my back on the hood, my hips dangling off the edge. He smacked the side of my thigh by my ass with all his force. The tears started again but I liked it so much.
"I want you to look at me tonsils deep in your pussy." With that he started licking my thighs mixed with biting, my legs hung over his shoulders. My wetness was everywhere and trickling down my thighs for him to lick clean. He would get so close to my clit but not actually touch it. I started to breathe harder once I felt his fingers graze my lips and trace his fingertips. "Out of all the bitches I've fucked your definitely have the best pussy out of all." I just wanted him to stop talking and put his pussy in my mouth so I started pushing it up towards him. He gave my thigh one last bite then went all in. His tongue was sliding all around me, up and down slowly, flicking over my clit. Every time he went near my opening I could feel my pussy tighten just wanting something inside me.
