The ride to work

A forearm came up around her throat and clamped down hard. A shiver ran down her body as she tried to breathe, setting fire to her cunt. His other hand slid into her pants and began to roughly finger her, two fingers sliding inside her and pumping her sex. He pulled her back against him and let his arm up enough for her to get a breath and moan briefly. Despite the need for air she couldn't help but feel disappointed at being able to breath. The respite was short lived as he tightened his arm up again, causing her to choke off the words she was about to utter. She gasped as he squeezed his arms tight against her body and lifted her up; the pain from his hand inside her digging to grip was intense. Tiny waves of pleasure rippled across her body even as he turned and threw her down onto the couch. Taking deep, much needed breaths she didn't hesitate. Her hands started pulling at her own clothing, getting it out of his way. His own hands gripped her pants and jerked them down around her legs and off. One of his hands thrust back between her legs and he once more roughly fingered her cunt. His other hand gripped her throat and squeezed, bringing a wet orgasm quivering around his fingers. Her hands clawed at his arms, trying to pull him down on top of her. She was desperate; she needed to feel him inside her. She didn't care about anything but the pain and the need to be penetrated. He let go of her throat and backhanded her across the mouth, his knuckles banging hard into her teeth. His fingers left her thighs and gripped her leg, pulling it up out of his way. She cried out as he entered her. Whimpered exclamations of "fuck" and "god" echoed as he started to pump into her. He twisted her legs in front of him as he fucked her, bending them down against her as though she were in the lotus position. She tightened her muscles around him, sucking as his cock with her body even as he fucked her. His hands gripped her throat and released, teasing her with the inability to breath. His hands dug into her hair and twisted painfully at her bangs. She hated the condom, hated the rubber that kept her from feeling his burning hot skin. She could feel him swelling and hear his grunts as he slammed it into her again and again. His nails dug into her neck and she spasmed hard, tightening around his cock like a vice. He grunted sharply and gasped, she could feel him swell and release, even with the rubber on. Sweat covered their bodies and they both trembled and gasped at the energy they had expended. He slowly shifted, pulling out of her and collapsing next to her. She lay and trembled next to him, her mind already moving towards the need to get dressed again, to go home. His hand stroked her hip, the fingers squeezing hard enough for her to feel the bones and she shook with the desire for more pain, more pleasure.



“No, can’t. No more. Have to get home.” She whispered her voice raw from yelling her pleasure. His caress gentled and he touched her hip, even as he rose to go find his own clothes.

“Yeah, better give you a ride home. It was fun...”

She smiled as she pulled her pants on; standing up to make sure they settled right.

“Indeed...”

He grinned at her and gave her a long, deep kiss, his eyes half closing as his tongue toyed with hers. She shook again as his arms stroked her back. He backed up and nodded.

“Have to do it again sometime.”

She nodded; her face showed her yearning for more, even as the sex-glaze faded from her eyes.

“Yeah, we will.”