Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Let’s see just how loud you can get.” He winked and squeezed my throat tighter before shoving my pants to my knees. Most of the heat had leached from the engine after the drive up, but I could feel some of the warmth tingling against my ass and thighs. “Can you be still for Daddy?” I shook my head no with a mocking smirk, and he responded by pressing his thumb tighter along my windpipe. “Try again.” I nodded as I wheezed for my next breath. “Better.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
The idea of running bounced around in my brain. I could pull up my pants and take off into the cold. Making him track me down and wrestle me to the ground before having his fun, but it was too dark, and I didn’t know where the edge of the mesa was. Instead, I inhaled deeply and listened to him rustling around in the toolbox in the bed of the truck.
On Top Of The Mesa Part Three
The sound of wincing had me turning my head to squint into the dark. His dark shadow against the night was looping a strap through the truck’s open window. Romantic music still played through the open doors, and he grinned at me when he joined me back in front of the hood. “Up you go.” He hauled my ass up on top of the hood. His big truck left my legs dangling, but not for long. “What are you doing?” I whimpered as he knotted the strap around my wrist and winched me tight till I lay against the hood.
He stripped down my jeans and braced my feet against the top of the brush guard. Spread wide, and he secured my feet in place where he wanted them. All four limbs were stretched out and tied down. I was helpless as I looked up at the enormous universe stretched out around us. My skin pebbled from the cold, my nipples were stiffer peaks than the mountains beyond the horizon, and I knew I wouldn’t be cold for long.
His beard tickled my naked inner thigh as he moved sweet kisses up my leg. From one to the other and down to my knee, only to lick and nip his way back up again. “Fuck me.” I pleaded. My hips arching as much as the wince straps would allow. “Fuck your girl, Daddy. Give me your cock! Stretch me open and fill me full of cum.” He laughed against my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“You have no patience, girl.”
“You have no patience, girl.” I groaned at his response and yanked on the straps that wouldn’t budge. His tongue swirled around my mound and down between my lips. Tasting how wet I was for him and stabbing his tongue into my pussy that tried to grip it tight. My heart pounded so loudly I wondered if he could hear it hammering against the hood of his truck.
‘Please, I need you. I need your cock inside of me. Fuck me!” The words hollered out of my mouth. Screaming them for the whole western sky to hear how badly I needed his cock, and still he just laughed and stroked his fingers inside of me.
“You’ll get all you can take, baby girl.” His wicked promise shivered over my soaked slit. “When I’m ready to give it to you.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357