Road Trip!

Ali narrowed her eyes at him. He wasn't helping and she got the impression he liked where this was going. Ali turned to Whitney trying to ignore him. "You're not leaving me. You're continuing your vacation and schooling. I love you. It's okay to want to go. It's okay to leave."

Whitney hesitated. Ali could see she was getting through, but then that stubborn pout that they both had inherited from their father returned and Ali knew today she wasn't going to get Whitney to leave.

Whitney turned and looked at Adam. "I want Ali and I to have never met you." It was plain, simple, and the truth.

Ali smiled and hugged her sister. Her sweet, naive, fun, bitchy sister. "I know Whit. I know."
 
That had been an honest answer, perhaps he could admire that, that she had the nerve to stand up to him and say that, that she voiced what was in her mind and spoke the truth, he could have even smile at her courage. All that he could if he wasn't beyond angry with them, and with himself for letting this get so bad.

"Well sadly that is one wish I can't grant, now go back into your room, any misbehavior will impact your sister."

He walked up to them, and look at Ali "Get her to go in peacefully, and I won't put a hand on her to get her to obey, this is a very limited time offer."

Earlier Ali had caught him by surprise, now he was paying very close attention to both of them, even if by some miracle they were able to overpower him, they wouldn't be able to do it without severe harm coming to at least one of them, and even then, their escape wouldn't be easy. He hoped they wouldn't try, he didn't want to cause any a permanent damage.
 
Ali smiled at Adam as she held her sister and his angry expression. She smiled wider when he claimed he couldn't grant the wish Whitney wanted. It was a very cheeky grin and held all sorts of mischief. Adam stalked right up to her and Ali felt Whitney stiffen hearing his approach. She clung tighter to Ali and snuggled closer as Ali held Adam's gaze. His words didn't calm Whitney either and Ali sighed and rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, of course."

Ali gently pulled Whitney from her. Very aware Whitney was watching her Ali reached up on tip toe and kissed Adam. It was supposed to be a sweet thing, but it turned passionate when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Ali moaned and opened herself to his brutal kind of kisses before he released her. Whitney looked utterly confused when Ali turned back and held her sister. "Come let's get you to a more comfortable room than down here."

Ali led aware that Adam was behind them. She could hear his mind whirling on how she didn't even try to fight or run. In all honesty she wasn't sure if she could leave at this point. Even now her body begged for his hand to wrap around her throat or for his violent form of sex.

"That was for show right Ali Cat?"

Whitney's words broke through Ali's reverie. Ali shook her head no. Suddenly Whitney seemed angry. She stiffened and went into her room closing the door on Ali. The door immediately locked and Ali realized it locked instantly when closed. Whitney couldn't get out without someone letting her out. Ali turned to Adam shocked and hurt. What just happened?
 
He wasn't expecting the kiss but when it came, he returned it, and his hand went to her back and pulled her in tight, Whitney could see the passion in their kiss, Ali could also feel how hard she made him.

Then suddenly Whitney had locked herself inside her room, and Ali was looking at him, she seemed hurt, not hurt like when he hit her a different kind, and it appeared as if she was expecting him to comfort her, was he already getting to her that much?

"Your sister needs some time alone, come with me" he spoke directly, his tone was friendly for what he could muster, and he kept all the threats that came through his head silent.

He reached for her and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her to him, focusing his gaze deep into her eyes as he squeezed "come with me" he said before kissing her deeply again.
 
Ali nodded when Adam spoke. Perhaps he was right. Maybe it was a shock to Whitney that Ali wasn't playing around or planning a daring escape. She had to think of this from Whitney's point of view except she couldn't get past the pain of being metaphorically and literally slammed out of Whitney's life.

Ali took a step closer and Adam's hand was at the back of her neck. She didn't notice that she had tilted her head in a way so that he got a better grip. She was pulled to him and forced to look into his eyes. Ali knew what that meant and her body, sore and spent, was ready to go again. She returned the kiss with as much vigor as before, but less noise. She didn't want Whitney to hear them.

She broke the kiss and let him lead her to wherever he wanted. She kept glancing back to Whitney's door hoping they were far enough away from her door to hear them and fearing they would never be far enough. Also her body was on fire and needed the kind of treatment only he could give.
 
Adam noticed he was being kind to her, he couldn't exactly explain why, not even to himself, so he didn't really try, his first instinct when they had made him angry was to push Ali in the room next to Whitney's and make the latter one hear what he had turned the first one into, yet now after seeing Ali hurt, emotionally not physically like he did, he was allowing space between where he would take her again and Whitney's room, maybe she could still hear, but Ali could at least have the hope that she didn't.

He didn't like where this thoughts were heading so at that point he pushed her into the closest room, the door shut itself closed as soon as they were in, his hand that had never left her neck since he placed it there squeezed a little harder as he pushed her forcefully against the wall making her hit her head. His body was soon against hers as he kissed her again and pressed his hardness on her. He might know see a new side of Ali, maybe she was done fighting what he did to her, but would now try to keep quiet, or maybe he could just make her forget everything but pain and pleasure.

To see if she would act different now, when he broke the kiss, his eyes locked on hers he ordered "Take out my cock" he didn't wait for his response idly, his free hand was feeling her all over, not slowly, not fast, but harshly after all her body was his, and perhaps she was now ready to admit it.
 
Ali felt him pull her into a room and push her against the wall. This was starting to become habit and she didn't struggle against it. Infact, she welcomed it. The kiss was again intense and rough. She moaned into his mouth rubbing her body against his. She wanted to fuck, wanted release and he was the one that could give it to her like she needed. He stopped kissing her and she looked at him quizzically.

Ali blinked as he ordered her. She was confused. He was commanding her now? At first she wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but she wasn't sure why. She wanted his cock. What was the problem. Maybe it was him telling her what to do again. Ali shook away her ire and reached into his pants. She groaned and closed her eyes feeling his hard cock in his pants. She rubbed her fingers over the tip of his head feeling precum that she rubbed over and over. She finally pulled him free of his pants and her eyes focused on that thick cock. Her body hummed with anticipation. She began to stroke him wondering when he would fuck her hard.
 
He saw her hesitation, but since she obeyed he didn't give it further thought, he tightened his grip on her neck as he moaned from her hand rubbing his cock and spreading his precum.

Once his cock was out and she was stroking him he put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, hard forcing her to her knees placing his rock hard cock in front of her face.

In a perverse way he even thought she should be thankful, making her suck instead of fucking her right away, giving her a chance to get a better rein of herself before he made her moan very loud.

"Suck me" he said as he pushed his cock on her mouth, in case she decided to rebel he squeezed her neck to remind her of his control over her life and death.
 
Ali knew what he wanted when his hand was on her body forcing her to her knees. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Plus it was phrased with 'suck me', and he was practically forcing his cock between her lips. Ali licked those lips tasting precum and she gave a small moan of delight. She felt his hand squeeze her neck and she felt that strange feeling wash over her. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew that now she wanted to suck this cock more than anything she had ever wanted to do before.

Ali opened her mouth and took the cock into her mouth. She put her mouth as far as it would go before clamping shut and sucking back as she withdrew it from her. She was working slow, having fun, feeling every vein and throb of the thing she wanted more than ever.

His hand slipped from her throat placed idly on her head. Ali felt as though she was released and her brow furrowed as she looked at the cock in her mouth. Ali wasn't usually a cock sucker. A tease, sure, but an acutal cock sucker? Ali started to pull the thing out of her mouth... all the way out. She didn't want this anymore. His hand tightened in her hair and he gave a pull. She moaned as the pain turned to pleasure and that weird feeling came over again. She stuffed the cock back into her mouth trying to choke on it.
 
He moaned as she first took him in her mouth, she was doing it very tight, feeling all of his cock, it was much better than the one time she had sucked him before, but that time she was just trying to escape, not only trying to find a way out but also escape of getting fucked. This time she was enjoying it, he relaxed so his hand went over her head.

Then she stopped, she started moving back, as if she woke from a daze and wanted to escape, this realization lasted less than a second in his mind before he grabbed her hair roughly and forcefully pulled on her, she moaned at this, and he realized he couldn't relax with her, he would have to keep supplying her pain, he admitted to himself he probably would like it any other way.

After a moment of her trying to choke on his cock he stop letting her decide the pace and force, and started to fuck her mouth, not only pushing his cock deeper into her but also pulling from her hair, going as fast and as hard as he could, and he had no intention to stop until he had filled her beautiful mouth with his white hot cum.
 
Ali was in bliss. Her eyes were closed as she felt him go in and out of her mouth. Her mind begging him to cum and give her his seed. She wanted to swallow every drop of his cum and she wanted it now. Her throat muscles worked on him even as her head bobbed up and down that wonderful shaft. Her hands were embedded in his thighs using him for balance. She kept sucking, slurping, moaning at how great he felt as she took her time tasting him.

Than he did it. He grabbed a hold of her and started flexing. Ali's eyes flew open and the need was so strong in them. Her eyes were yelling 'Yes, fuck my mouth!' His hips were going so fast that Ali stopped moving and just let him have his way with her tight lips. She moaned feeling her pussy throbbing. She dared to release one of his legs and started rubbing her pussy; twirling her clit in time to his thrusts. Her eyes locked on his, his cock pummeling her mouth, her finger in her, damn she was close.

Ali leaned her head back so he could go even deeper. She wanted him to cum down her throat and force her to swallow every bit of him and his seed. She wanted him to satisfy his needs with her. And she didn't want him to stop. Hell, she couldn't stop either. Her fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy as fast as he was, her thumb flicking her clit and she was ready to cum. She was trying to time it so she could cum with him, but she feared she wasn't going to make it. She was going to cum now and she wasn't sure she could stop. Or if she wanted too.
 
As much as Ali was in bliss, Adam was in turn lost in pleasure, no longer thinking but now taken over by lust and instinct he kept using her mouth, her lips and even her throat, fucking it harder and faster.

She relaxed letting him control everything, as if taking her true place in pleasuring him. His eyes looked into hers as she desperately begged for more with her eyes, in the same way he needed it.

He saw her start to finger herself and it made him moan, it turned him on even more to know he made her that hot. He was getting close, and she seemed to be getting close too. Adam held back as long as he could before starting to spurt down her throat, he wanted her to cum with him, still he didn't slow down, he couldn't.

Then he came with a loud groan, exploding directly into her throat spurt after spurt, he held her tight, still pounding, not letting her pull away even if she tried, she would swallow all of him and thanks to her mouth there was alot of warm cum making it's way into her.
 
The sound of his groans were making her hotter, wetter, she couldn't hold back any more. She was going to cum first she knew. His actions were getting jerky and she knew if she could just hold out a little longer she could explode with him. His hand clamped to the back of her head, his cock thrusting down her throat, past her gag reflex, before sliding out again. She couldn't take anymore. She was going to cum.

Suddenly he moaned and held her to him with his cock firmly down her throat. He came and his warm slightly salty jizz went down her throat. She swallowed the sticky cum her throat squeezing him tightly as tried to swallow it all knowing she was running out of air. Her own orgasm washing over her. Her fingers flying over her pussy as her own moans mingled with his and her juices dripping down her fingers.

She tried to pull back to breathe, but he was holding her tight. She couldn't breathe, dear Gawd she couldn't breathe. Her orgasm seemed to last even longer and her fingers were still in her pumping even as she was struggling for a bit of room to breathe. He was deep down her throat blocking her wind pipe. She was going to pass out and die if he didn't ease back a bit. Her orgasm finally stopped and she placed both hands on his thighs her cries now frantic, her body now jerking with the demand for air. She had came used up valuable oxygen and needed air.
 
He kept holding her as he came, more and more, she didn't fight but he still held her, and felt all his cum make its way into her, not only that he also felt her orgasm, her body spamming, her fingers still moving. He was amazed with how much he turned her on.

Only after a while of his afterglow he realized she was pushing back, struggling to breathe, this made his cock twitch, knowing he had that much control over her life, not with his hand but this time with his cock. Still he didn't want to hurt her... permanently or risk her death, so he pulled back, allowing air in. He didn't hurry however he pulled out and still held her head, as much as she pushed he wanted her to know that he was the one giving her air, that she wasn't getting it on her own.

"Breathe" he said, not because she wouldn't without his order, it was his way of letting her now he wasn't going to shove his cock back into her mouth... at least not so soon.
 
Finally he let go. Ali took in deep gulps of air and like that. She felt another orgasm hit her. He wasn't even in her and she was cumming. It was like the near death couple with the sexual energy zoomed straight to her clit and exploded. She bit her lip and screamed her release around Adam's cock. Her body shook with how powerful her orgasm was.

Slowly Ali was able to calm down. His cock was still in her mouth and he kept telling her to breathe. Ali nodded somewhere floating on a cloud. Lost.
 
Adam slid his cock out of her mouth and pulled her up knowing she wouldn't do it on her own. He caressed her face roughly, not because he intended to hurt her, he just wanted to make sure she felt it. From her face his hand moved down her breasts and stomach all the way down to her pussy, and for no other reason that to feel how wet he had made her he pushed two fingers inside her feeling her warm tightness. Then he pulled them out and licked them clean.

He brushed her face again and moved her to the bed slowly as he wondered silently if Whitney had heard her scream, if she had then she would be hearing more soon. Still he would give Ali a little more time to recover, Adam went to the table and filled a glass of water.

He picked up her head and poured the cool liquid down her lips, he was still very horny and wanted more of her body, but he also wanted her conscious when he took more of her.
 
Ali felt him leave her mouth and for some odd reason she felt bereft. His hands were on her face not gentle at all, but she came to expect that from him. His hands traveled her body and she moaned feeling him slide into her. She squeezed him and tried to rock her hips before he pulled out leaving her feeling empty once more. She blushed when he licked them clean and she looked away embarrassed.

Ali watched Adam get some water. He came to her and instead of giving her the cup he poured it into her mouth. Ali swallowed and felt the water bubble over her lips, down her neck, between her breasts everywhere. She shuddered feeling the cold liquid on her hot body as she continued drinking the water Adam poured into her mouth. Once he was finished she looked up at him wondering why he had done that? Why he was being so controlling? And if he would fuck her again.
 
He noticed the blushed when he tasted her from his fingers, he wasn't sure what made her blush, if the need for his fingers or that he was tasting her. It made him decide to find out.

She reacted to the water shaking slightly, but she drank it, and as the cold water fell all over her body she was like he had expected more awake. He wanted her mind more present, not so lost in pleasure, at least for now. Only then was he ready to learn what made her blush.

Adam placed the cup away without leaving her side, and at the same time the glass touched the wood his fingers found their way back into her wet pussy, he moved them inside her twisting them. His eyes focused on Ali's face paying close attention to her reactions.

He leaned closer to her pussy and slid his wet fingers out, aided with his other hand he spread her lips and dove in lapping her pussy hungrily and determined. A moan escaped as he tasted her directly and he licked faster and faster exploring her with his tongue.
 
Ali watched him. His eyes were looking at her but there was something she couldn't distinguish in them. She didn't know this emotion he was feeling. It wasn't just pure lust though she could see that as well. There was something more and she wondered if today was the day he was going to kill her. She had finally given up over the weeks to him and now that he got her needing his rough sex, his hard cock, his body he was ready to kill her.

Ali wanted to scratch his eyes out, but his fingers were back in her. She closed her eyes and moaned. She hadn't meant to be loud, but her pussy was slightly sore and that just made her wetter as he invaded her body. She rocked her hips and clung to him needing him for balance or lest she fall. She bounced her hips needing him deeper, rougher, harder. She growled needing more and finding his fingers weren't enough.

He slid out of her and Ali's eyes slammed opened. She stared at him knowing that even though she demanded more she didn't want him to stop. He was bent over staring at her pussy as if inspecting her and she almost backed up in embarrassment. He spread her lips and she moaned again this time arching her back so she was more open for his inspection. She didn't care anymore.

She felt his tongue and she almost lost it. His mouth was buried in her greedy pussy and Ali rocked her hips against his face. Her hands were in his hair and his moan sent vibrations up her clit. She screamed her moan and spread her legs wider her hands pushing him deeper into her. "Yes, please, yes. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."
 
Her demeanor was such a deep contrast, a moment she had blushed, then nearly pulled away, now she was lost in pleasure and pushing his head deeper into her pussy, at this he licked harder and faster, greatly turned on by her passion.

He kept licking and tasting her, as more moans escaped his mouth, both from tasting her, and from how much she needed him. In his mind he was rewarding her for being a good servant, even if he had messed with her mind enough so that she needed rough sex, so that she needed pain to get off.

His hands moved up as he kept licking with abandon and squeezed her breasts roughly, feeling them until his fingers found her nipples and he twisted them painfully.

He needed more of her, as if all he wanted was to overcharge her with feelings of pleasure, maybe enough to make her past out again... so he could wake her up again and keep playing.
 
"OH FUCK YES!" She screamed forgetting her sister was on the same floor and could probably hear her. That didn't matter. Right now all that matter was this mans head buried between her legs licking and sucking her. Ali lifted one leg and leg it hang over his shoulder widening herself even more to him. It was all so good. So damn good.

He reached up and found her breasts digging with rough hands. Ali felt her pussy spasming, tightening, electricity pulsing through her. She would have thrown back her head, but would have lost balance as she smeared her pussy all over his face and lips. She knew what to expect. She held her breath in anticipation. She needed this. Gods only knew why or how, but she needed this to get off and her orgasm was building and building almost painfully.

His hands grazed her nipples and her mind screamed 'Yes, Do It!' His hands clamped down around her enlarged nipples as her body ached poised on the threshold of oblivion. Her body rocked faster and faster. Her breathing quickening with every movement. She was so close. So fucking close. His fingers twisted and she screamed her released as the pain coursed through her body to turn into exquisite pleasure. He kept twisting and she kept cumming. Her juices exploding from her body as her knees shook. Her hands gripping his shoulder; her nails digging into his skin as she came the way she had come to need and love from him.
 
Her screams urged him on, turning him on even more as he learned the reaches of her abandon to the pleasure he was giving, her leg on his shoulder, the way she was obscenely rubbing her pussy on his face covering him in her juices, it all added to it.

When his hand got a hold of her breast he felt her tighten, as if she had been waiting for this, when her body started to move even faster than before when he squeezed her breasts and even more when he twisted her nipples roughly showed him she didn't only need his pleasure, she needed his pain as well.

He kept licking as she came, her body shaking completely her nails and hands making him moan as he drank as much of her juices as he could.

When her orgasm ended he slowly moved away from her pussy and licked his lips, and brushed his fingers over her pussy, scooping more of her essence, he moved this hand to her face and forced it into her mouth so she would taste herself.

His cock was still out, and by now it was painfully hard. With his hand still in her mouth he moved, aiming his cock at her pussy, after that powerful orgasm she would be sensitive, it would most likely hurt her to fuck. With this in mind he pushed his hard cock inside her.
 
He kept licking and licking even as she came down off her high. Her leg was replaced to the floor and she shook barely able to keep herself upright. She felt him swipe at her pussy and she moaned at the contact of his rough fingers against her sore mound. He pushed his fingers into her mouth not asking her to suck them, but commanding her too. She tried to turn her head, but he only forced his fingers deeper so she licked them clean tasting her honey. She actually enjoyed her own taste and felt her tongue gliding against his fingers entwining in them.

She felt him move; a slight change in position and knew what he was going to do. He hadn't gotten his own orgasm and it was probably killing him not to stuff his large cock into her aching center. She was sore. She was sensitive and as he slammed himself deep into her center she was stuffed. Gloriously stuffed. She rocked her hips so she could take every inch of him even as her body engulfed in flames. Her pussy was sore and that pinch of pain spread out into liquid heat igniting her.

His fingers still in her mouth she sucked him like she would if it was his cock even as she rocked her hips against it. Her eyes held his before she closed them in pleasure and opened herself to him. He finally slipped his fingers from her mouth and she had one word for him. One challenge: More.
 
He expected her to shy away from tasting herself, since she blushed when he tasted her it was likely that she hadn't experimented like that, he smiled when she started to lick prompted by his pushing of his fingers into her mouth, she seemed to enjoy it.

While he fucked her hard, delighting in her tightness, her hot core, and the pain he was causing her she sucked his fingers as she had sucked his cock earlier. The brief contact their eyes had with each other turned him on even more. He moaned with her as he kept pounding her tight hot pussy with his long hard cock.

She asked for more, he wondered if she was asking to be fucked harder, but he saw hunger in her eyes and she had just released his hand. He moved it down and took more of her juices, very soon his wet fingers were deep into her mouth again.

He still obliged the other more, moving his hips harder and faster, trying to reach deeper inside of her, this wasn't for her or her pleasure, he needed this. He needed to fuck her as hard and deep as possible and make her hurt as well.
 
Ali wasn't surprised when he stuffed his fingers back into her mouth. She hadn't expected to taste her honey again, but she supposed that was what he wanted. Plus, she didn't taste that bad to her. She liked the sweet tang of her essence. She sucked his fingers again flirting with them, sucking them deep to the back of her throat and pulling back before he hit her gag reflex.

He started fucking her harder and harder. To the point she couldn't concentrate on her teasing tongue. She could only hold on and a glance at his face and she knew this wasn't her pleasurable pain. He was fucking her the way he desired which only made her hotter. His thrusts went deeper. He was hitting her cervix which was slightly uncomfortable and he didn't care. She bit her lip and repositioned her body so he didn't go so deep.

On his next pull from her body she pushed pulling him out of her and turned so that he could fuck her doggy style. She hoped he wouldn't get mad that she changed the position. "Please, pull my hair hard and fuck me like you need. Please. Fuck me. Make me cum. Please."
 
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