A shred of a shred

Emma's breath hitched, a pathetic, strangled sound catching in her throat as Ben shifted his weight. He closed the remaining distance between them, his heavy hand coming up to grip the back of her head, forcing her face intimately into the crook of his neck. The scent of him; stale beer, sweat, and his deoderant, filled her senses. He brought his lips to her ear, his rough stubble scraping sensitively against her flushed skin, and then his teeth clamped down, biting her earlobe hard enough to send a sharp, electric jolt of pain and pleasure straight down to her aching core.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble against her skin. His thumb pressed brutally against her swollen clit, his three fingers curling and pumping deep inside her slick, dripping channel. "Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you want me to keep going"

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, her mind spinning in a dizzying vortex of guilt and blinding lust. She opened her mouth to answer, to beg him to stop or to confess her depravity, but her throat was completely tight. She was too overstimulated to form the words. Instead, she just let out a shaky, muffled moan into his collarbone, nodding frantically against his neck.

She felt entirely trapped. Her conscious mind was screaming in panic, terrified that any second Tom would walk back from the bar. She pictured him approaching the booth, seeing her bright red, flushed face, noticing her violent trembling, and realizing his girlfriend was being fingered by his roommate. The fear of being caught made her heart hammer against her ribs, but it only seemed to fuel the treacherous, involuntary reactions of her own body. Her inner walls were clamping down on Ben's thick fingers of their own accord with rhythmic spasms. Her hips bucked upward, chasing the friction, completely ignoring her **** need to stay still and quiet. She was a prisoner to her own dripping, aching pussy, her body betraying her mind at every thrust.

"That's it, just nod for me," Ben whispered, feeling her frantic agreement. He didn't need her to speak; her body was screaming loud enough. He kissed her cheek, the sound loud in her ear.

Under the table, he increased his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her soaking wet folds in a rapid, ruthless rhythm.

Emma's head thrashed slightly, her face buried deep in his neck to muffle her sounds. Her thighs trembled violently, knocking against his leg. She was right on the edge, her body completely hijacked by the intense overstimulation and the terrifying thrill of Tom's imminent return. Every time there was a noise in the distance, her breath stopped, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers in sheer panic, only to melt into a puddle of goo as he kept relentlessly pounding her sweet spot.

"Cum for me," Ben commanded fiercely, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit while his fingers battered her g-spot. "Cum right here and now, before your boyfriend gets back"

The dirty command pushed her over the edge. Emma’s mouth fell open in a silent scream against his neck as a violent orgasm ripped through her, made worse as she tried to repress it. She bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle her cries, her inner walls clamping down on Ben's hand and pulsing in rapid, milking spasms. She shook uncontrollarily, her nails digging into his arms, completely at his mercy as she rode out the blinding climax, terrified and exhilarated.