cw: public sex, cnc, vibrator, messy overstimulation
The words blur a bit as I stare at the page for longer than normal, shifting as I bite my lip to stop from whining. My eyes dart across the table to his smug face as he turns the page of his own book. A frustrated sound leaves my throat as shifting in my seat does nothing to stifle the steady vibrations throbbing through my core.
Once more, I try to focus on the words before me, setting down the book in a weak attempt to try and take notes. As soon as my pen hits my notebook, the vibrations increase and I almost snap the pen in half as I grip tightly at the table to try and ground myself. My breath comes out in soft pants as I bite back the moans threatening to spill out.
"What's wrong, sunshine? You seem a bit ill," he whispers from across the table, acting concerned as I also notice some other people noticing my disheveled state. I glare daggers at him, but he hides his bites back a sadistic smirk as he tilts his head to the side.
"I'm..." my voice trembles as he increases the setting to max, "f-fine. I just.. n-need to go.. splash some water on my face."
On unsteady legs, I wobble away from the table, but he does nothing to lessen the intense stimulation filling me. The bathroom is in reach, I pick up my pace as I get closer, praying that some cold water will at least soothe the heat rushing through my body. The relief is short lived as I am yanked back into the darkness of one of the aisles of books. The titles blur until I'm pinned between him and the bookshelf.
"What do you think you're doing?" he tilts my chin up when I refuse to look at him. He takes in my glassy eyes and trembling lip with a satisfied sigh, "Do you really think a little cold water can save you?"
Reluctantly, I shake my head in denial as he presses into me, his hand prying my thighs apart as it slides up my skirt. His fingers glide across the soaked material of my panties before pushing past it, massaging the slippery folds of my pussy with a soft groan. "You're absolutely soaked, darling," he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to rush through my body, "such a fucking slut."
"N-no..." I whine a bit, trying to grab his hand to push it away, but he's already pulling it back, sucking his fingers clean as his eyes darken carnally. My hands still cling to his arm as I watch him, holding my breath a bit as my stomach clenches in excitement.
"Turn around," he murmurs, voice husky with desire.
"W-we could... get caught," I whisper in a panic, shaking my head as I clench my thighs closed tightly as another wave of pleasure rushes through me from the vibrator.
"I said..." his voice is firm and lethal as he yanks me around, pressing my body harder into the books, "turn around."
Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I feel a strange calmness wash over me as I try to regain my bearings. The relief is short lived as I feel him ram deep inside me, easily as my wetness sucks him in. My mouth opens with a loud cry, but he quickly clamps a hand over it to muffle the sounds.
"Shhhh," he chastises, "you're the one worried about us getting caught."
Despite his words, he rolls his hips, thrusting in aggressively and unapologetically which draws more muffled moans from my throat as he pins me between him and the bookshelf. Every thrust sends me careening closer to the edge as my eyes roll back in my head.
I claw at his hand at my mouth, trying to reason with him, to remind him of the risks. He grabs my chin then, tilting my head back until he can look down at me as he pauses in his thrusting, "What is it?"
"They.. they have cameras," I whimper, shifting on my tiptoes from the angle he has me in.
"I don't really care, sunshine," he responds with a small smirk, "I guess they get to watch as I turn you into my dumb little slut."
His hand slides down to my throat, applying consistent pressure as he gives me a brief messy kiss before pushing me back into position, pumping into me with renewed vigor, almost as if punishing me for interrupting him. His hand on my throat squeezes, stifling some of the obscene cries that leave my throat as he groans next to my ear. His other hand wraps tightly around my waist to hold me in place against him as he uses me as leverage to slam in deeper, harder, abusing my cervix as the pain makes my pussy clench tighter around his cock.
"Fuck.." he hisses, nuzzling a bit into my neck as he begins to kiss, suck, bite, marking up the sensitive flesh there. I grip tightly at the bookshelves for stability as my whole body quivers against him from his frenzied thrusts. The fuzzy feeling of his hand tightening around my throat in combination with the abusive tempo of his cock pummeling my tight walls has me crashing over the edge.
A desperate cry leaves my throat, coming out as a garbled whine from his hold on me as my juices gush down my thighs, my body almost violently trembling with my release from all the torment up to this point. His hand releases my throat, instead opting to hold me tightly to him as he fucks me through my climax until he stills, pushing in so deep I see stars as I feel his hot cum filling me while he moans softly against my shoulder.
As he pulls out, my pussy clenches in protest of his absence as I look up at him with a pout, my whole body aching for more. "Go get cleaned up," he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss against my cheek as he urges me towards the bathroom with a cocky smirk. With a rather blank and confused look at him, I take some shaky steps to the bathroom.
As I reach the door, my legs threaten to give out when I feel the vibrations start again at max. "Shit!" I squeak in surprise as I feel my body tense and shake at the pleasure pounding through my clit. Shaking my head, I force myself inside the room to clean up, but instead find myself curled up on my knees as I whine desperately, clutching at my pussy as I feel it clench and spasm.
The door opening startles me and I glance up with wide, terrified eyes. "Aw, you can't even manage a simple task," he scolds, leaning against the bathroom door as he admires me in my desperation. The lock clicking into place echoes in the room, "Let me help you."
"Okay, I'm ready!" comes his voice from down the hallway. Once he rounds the corner, he pauses when he sees me. A nervous but playful smile lights up my face after a moment, trying to act natural.
"You're not in your normal spot," he smirks, crossing his arms.
"I just wanted to sit here today," comes my soft reply, glancing away from his intense gaze.
"Hmmm," it's a small sigh as I feel his arms link around my waist, lifting me up.
"Wha-" but my question is quickly cut off by him sitting down and pulling me into his lap. Embarrassment burns across my cheeks, turning them a bright red under his mirthful gaze. Trying to save face, I attempt to slide from his lap but am quickly pulled back. "Take a seat," he murmurs right against my ear, his hot breath deepening the crimson in my cheeks, "The show is about to start."
"Daddy..." comes my breathless whine as I try once more to slide off his lap, but his hands on my hips are like shackles as they hold me to him. My whole body trembles at the slight stimulation from my attempted escape. He moves me, relaxing me back against his chest once more before turning my chin to focus back on the TV screen.
Episode.... 5? At this rate I couldn't focus on what was happening on the screen, images flashing by in a blur as my core clenches tightly to spite me when I feel his cock throb inside me. "Daddy..." comes my whining again which he shushes gently, rolling his hips with a quick thrust that has my thoughts fade with the stars dancing across my vision.
"You gotta pay attention," he murmurs against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine before he moves, kissing along my lashes when I clench my eyes closed in pleasure.
"Can't... s'much.." incoherent words fall from my lip in a jumbled mess as I try to shift on his lap, squirming in a desperate attempt to not feel him. It only pushes him further, deeper into my tight walls which leaves me panting against his chest in frustration.
I feel all of him so acutely but not enough. For the past five hours, my brain has been turning to mush as I cockwarm him. Every attempt to escape, every attempt to find release has been met with failure as he keeps me dangling over the edge. All that's left is my weak attempts to find comfort, solace, a moment of relief.
"Let... me..." limp limbs move again, attempting to escape, but his grip on me tightens and once more I am trapped. This time when he grabs my chin, his grip is so tight I wince under his scrutiny. He drags my face to his, assessing the glossy look in my eye as my vision blurs and dances.
"Look how needy you've gotten," he whispers, his hand on my chin moving to trace my lips. Absentmindedly, my tongue lolls out and tastes his fingers. He growls in appreciation as his fingers slide across my tongue. His growl encourages me as my tongue wraps around the digits, sucking on them wantonly as drool runs down my chin with my efforts.
After a moment, he pries his fingers from my lips and another sound of approval leaves his throat at the sight of the string of drool connecting his fingers to my tongue. His hand slides down, tracing the curvature of my neck as he muses softly, "What do you think, princess? Think we should make this your regular spot? Sitting pretty on my cock like a good girl?"
His hand tightens around my throat as he rolls his hips, once, twice, until he starts a steady pace that stops any words from leaving me. My argument dies in my throat, mingling with the moans and begging that take its place. "No... no..." it's almost a prayer as his cock finally moves in my hypersensitive pussy, the pleasure almost painful with the intensity of each thrust.
The hand on my throat encourages me, his hand on my hip guiding the insane pace as I find myself unraveling. My hands latch onto his forearm, holding him to me as well as clinging to him for leverage. As my nails bite into his skin, he releases a primal groan before shifting us both suddenly.
The new angle pushes me into the plush of the couch, my legs easily folded against my shoulder while he pins me by my throat. Every thrust is reckless, violent lust that slices through me with white-hot pleasure. As we devolve into a desperate pace, his mouth seeks mine out and fastens to me in a messy, hot kiss that only fuels the flames.
"Shit," he murmurs in between kisses as he pumps into me animalistically. I find my whole body tense and spasm with my release, messy slick coating us both as he fucks me through it, intent on using me. His brutal thrusts keep me spiraling as my pussy tightens, I lift my hips in a needy attempt to feel him deeper.
His eyes widen in surprise before kissing me so deeply I forget to breathe as I feel his cock throb, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside my pussy. Keeping me effectively pinned, he places gentle kisses along my jaw as he makes his way to my ear, nibbling before he whispers, "I think we have a couple more episodes, wanna try again?"
Just enjoy me flooding you with my cum. Feel the warmth spread inside you, the slow realization I’ve marked you as mine. Give up on thinking, it just feels too good to be an empty set of breeding holes.
I want you to slip your hand in to your panties right now. If your cunt is wet, then you have reblog this so everyone knows you’re a horny wet slut right now
