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joining as he watched his cock slide in and out of me. My arousal hit fever pitch and I started to speed up. He took heed and started to lift his hips and drive himself harder inside me, his width stretching me up to a burning point, but the pain merging with the intense pleasure was overwhelming and amazing.
He reared back then drove upwards so hard I literally lifted off his lap with the power. His hand grappled with my hair until he had it wrapped around his fist to control my movements and stop me from bucking off him. My knees and thighs burnt with the strain of both my position and his ruthless fucking but I didn’t care, if anything it brought on a more fierce need to be taken with an almighty violence I had never felt before.
As though sensing my need, my hunger for pain, he yanked hard on my hair and rammed inside me so deep I swore he entered my womb.
What the hell was this? It wasn’t just fucking, it was like… almost like we were joining and becoming one, our souls merging and connecting as our bodies were, but I was too far in the sensation of ecstasy to let it rule me.
“Oh fuck!” He cried as I came instantly, my whole internal muscles clenching him so tight I was sure I had crushed his impressive cock. An almost overwhelming sensation of pure rapture surged through my body, making my mind scream in pleasure as my core shook with sweet pain and took control of each fibre of me with an intense rush.
He carried on fucking me with a deep raw need, his drives becoming more extreme and fierce like he wanted to bury himself in the heart of me and as though there was only me that could ever sate this need for release inside him.
I felt him swell inside me and just before he started to come, he swept my hair aside and fixed his eyes on the cluster of moles beneath my ear. Something in his eyes flashed wildly as he jerked and bucked through the ferocity of his climax. He closed his eyes briefly and cried out something strange that I didn’t understand, maybe something Italian but I wasn’t sure.
His eyes opened and dropped to my neck again before he slowly brought them to my face as I continued to look at him over my shoulder. I frowned as he expressed both guilt and… was that remorse?
What the fuck!
I pushed him off, coming to my feet and glaring at him. My pride felt as though it had been smashed and trampled on. The look of confliction in his eyes was taunting and cruel. I had never felt so cheap in my whole life and I forced back the mortification his expression was raising in me.
Hell, I hadn’t forced the arshole to screw me. He had been quite willing but then the stream of negative thoughts about myself increased tenfold with his obvious distaste. The memories of the boys and even some of the girls at school when they had found out came slamming back. I swallowed the intense pain of self-hatred and shame, their spiteful laughter echoing ruthlessly in my mind.
This wasn’t me, this ‘one night stand’ stuff had never been me and I was now mentally arguing with myself over why the hell I had done it.
Was he right to think so low of me now? Had I been an easy lay? Or had I been a crap shag like Gray had hinted at?
I gulped back the humiliation, pulled my dress back over my thighs and stormed from the room before he had even had a chance to drag himself upright.
10 th January 2014
Frankie
I grinned widely to myself as I spied the hint of a red bonnet creep up the side of me. “Come on, Daddy.” I muttered over the blast of Redlight King currently over-riding the roar of the engine through my earphones.
I could picture his own grin as he floored the pedal and pushed the engine harder, his dignity on the balance as his new girlfriend, Caroline, watched from the edge of the track.
I pursed my lips as I neared the hairpin, my father’s usual haunting spot, the spot that always drove him and his car harder and fiercer. I knew what his engine was capable of and it
He reared back then drove upwards so hard I literally lifted off his lap with the power. His hand grappled with my hair until he had it wrapped around his fist to control my movements and stop me from bucking off him. My knees and thighs burnt with the strain of both my position and his ruthless fucking but I didn’t care, if anything it brought on a more fierce need to be taken with an almighty violence I had never felt before.
As though sensing my need, my hunger for pain, he yanked hard on my hair and rammed inside me so deep I swore he entered my womb.
What the hell was this? It wasn’t just fucking, it was like… almost like we were joining and becoming one, our souls merging and connecting as our bodies were, but I was too far in the sensation of ecstasy to let it rule me.
“Oh fuck!” He cried as I came instantly, my whole internal muscles clenching him so tight I was sure I had crushed his impressive cock. An almost overwhelming sensation of pure rapture surged through my body, making my mind scream in pleasure as my core shook with sweet pain and took control of each fibre of me with an intense rush.
He carried on fucking me with a deep raw need, his drives becoming more extreme and fierce like he wanted to bury himself in the heart of me and as though there was only me that could ever sate this need for release inside him.
I felt him swell inside me and just before he started to come, he swept my hair aside and fixed his eyes on the cluster of moles beneath my ear. Something in his eyes flashed wildly as he jerked and bucked through the ferocity of his climax. He closed his eyes briefly and cried out something strange that I didn’t understand, maybe something Italian but I wasn’t sure.
His eyes opened and dropped to my neck again before he slowly brought them to my face as I continued to look at him over my shoulder. I frowned as he expressed both guilt and… was that remorse?
What the fuck!
I pushed him off, coming to my feet and glaring at him. My pride felt as though it had been smashed and trampled on. The look of confliction in his eyes was taunting and cruel. I had never felt so cheap in my whole life and I forced back the mortification his expression was raising in me.
Hell, I hadn’t forced the arshole to screw me. He had been quite willing but then the stream of negative thoughts about myself increased tenfold with his obvious distaste. The memories of the boys and even some of the girls at school when they had found out came slamming back. I swallowed the intense pain of self-hatred and shame, their spiteful laughter echoing ruthlessly in my mind.
This wasn’t me, this ‘one night stand’ stuff had never been me and I was now mentally arguing with myself over why the hell I had done it.
Was he right to think so low of me now? Had I been an easy lay? Or had I been a crap shag like Gray had hinted at?
I gulped back the humiliation, pulled my dress back over my thighs and stormed from the room before he had even had a chance to drag himself upright.
10 th January 2014
Frankie
I grinned widely to myself as I spied the hint of a red bonnet creep up the side of me. “Come on, Daddy.” I muttered over the blast of Redlight King currently over-riding the roar of the engine through my earphones.
I could picture his own grin as he floored the pedal and pushed the engine harder, his dignity on the balance as his new girlfriend, Caroline, watched from the edge of the track.
I pursed my lips as I neared the hairpin, my father’s usual haunting spot, the spot that always drove him and his car harder and fiercer. I knew what his engine was capable of and it
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