Trapped

Trapped Part 42

My breathing became heavy and I grinded against his lips. I felt myself about to cum.

"I-im about to-"

"No." He growled. He groaned, sending vibrations into me.

I came into his mouth, panting from exhaustion.

"Didn't I tell you no?" He asked, rapidly rubbing his thumb against my sensitive part.

"Y-yes!" I struggled to say. "P-please stop!"

"You didn't listen to me. So now, you're going to squirt. And you will moan." He growled, continuing to pleasure me.

I began to whine, not being able to escape his wrath this time. And now I understood why he put me in this position.

I tried to push his head away, but it was no use. I couldn't scoot away or push him off. I couldn't escape, forcing me to sit there and take it.

He began doing what I failed to do so many times before.

He rubbed in a circular motion so fast, I felt my legs get weak and a moan tickled the back of my throat.

"You're going to moan for daddy." He lowered me and whispered into my ear with a deep, husky voice. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Mmmmmmooohhhh FUCK!" I squealed, feeling myself empty onto his fingers.

I gripped my hair, using my other to hold his. He kissed my neck, trailing up to my neck. "Moan for daddy." He growled, rubbing harder, faster.

An abundant amount of curses and moans escaped my mouth.

I was now squirming against the wall, trying to close my legs. He kept them pried open, continuing to rub me until I stopped squirting.

"Oh, fuck." I threw my head back, feeling him lightly chuckle against my neck. "What?"

"You think this is over? This hasn't even started yet." He smirked.

What in the hell did I get myself into?

I was now eye-level with him. He let me go, allowing me to drop to the floor.

I looked back up at him as he began to grab himself, pulling himself out of his sweats.

He sprang to life, long, thick, and hard. He picked me up, pinning me against the walls once again.

"Wait, give me a break. 2 minutes." I said, twisting my legs shut.

He didn't say anything. He pried my weak legs open, pinning them against the wall.

He kissed me passionately, slipping his tongue in to explore. While he was doing this, he managed to slowly slip himself in. Oh so agonizingly slow.

He grinded inside of me slowly, making sure I felt every inch of him.

A light moan slipped through my lips, barely audible.

"Faster." I breathed. He ignored me, going slower. "Please, papi." I groaned. He still went slow.

He then pulled himself out. Just as I was about to say something, he pounded himself inside of me, having me at a loss for words.

He pulled out, then slammed back in, over and over. Over and over, I let out a short moan.