Resist

After the initial shock wears off - sometime between what feels like eternity and the moment his tongue pushed into your mouth - you manage to get out a weak "Stop!" You doubt he heard it though, as his tongue is still in your mouth. You put your hand on his chest and give him a feeble halfhearted push. Just enough to let him know what's going on. He stops and leans back, and you breathe in a little, noticing the absence of his tongue a little more than you should have. He has a hurt smile on his face. Your brain looks at it, and can't figure out how that expression is even possible.

"So you do hate me," he says, his voice much more acidic than it was moments before. You feel a sinking in your stomach as you try and think of an excuse.

"No," you barely manage, "I just...I..." You're racking your brain for an excuse, but all you can think is how impossibly wet your pussy seems to be, and you're not sure how that's possible. Glancing around, you finally settle with a very small "People are watching."

He glances around and waves them off. "They don't care." - it seemed to be true, no one was even noticing them - "Don't you want me? I want to fuck." he continues, his gaze returning to you, and his voice lowering to a growl, and his smile getting hungrier. You're suddenly afraid - or you were always afraid, and only just now became aware of it - and you freeze for a moment. When the moment passes, the only movement you can manage is took down at your shoes. A corner of his lip gets a little higher and his eyes widen. His voice, now growing more primal than not, growls out "Good enough for me."

His hand is suddenly on your arm, and then next thing you know is that you are both on the ground. Helpless you just look up at him, and as soon as you do, his lips are forcing down on yours again, his tongue rapidly exploring your mouth. Your eyes wide open, you feel his hand push up your shirt, and find his way under your bra. Your eyes flutter a bit as his rough hands graze your left nipple, and your pussy swells with even more heat, which you didn't think was possible.

With his free hand, he grabs your hand and rubs it against his crotch. Your palm is suddenly warm, and you realize that you are half grasping his cock. Which is very obviously huge, hot, and throbbing. Curiosity getting the better of you, and being driven more by your pussy than your brain, you hand traces the outline of his cock, while you silently measure him. You pull your hand away when you deduce him to be at least ten inches. You didn't know much, but you knew that was huge.

He smiles when he notices your hesitation. "Open your mouth," he commands. His voice isn't as primal, but his eyes are growing wilder. You part your lips slightly, not even aware that you're doing. When he sees that, his eyes widen ever so slightly, and he pushes the bulge in his pants into your face, pushing your lips apart even farther. His musk feels your nostrils and your eyes start to water as he kneels over you, pushing your head against his crotch, his rough hands behind your head.

"Nnngggh." you squeal, unable to breathe. You're not even sure if you were trying to say anything, or if you just wanted to make sound, just wanted to do anything that showed that you were in control of something. He gives your head a little big of slack, keeping his left hand firmly in place above your neck. He reaches and pulls his zipper down. "You bite," he says, fingers flicking towards something sinister looking in his pocket, his voice lowering to a throaty growl. "You die."

Actually afraid, you nod. He smiles slightly, and reaches into his pants and pops his throbbing cock out. You look at it, and it seems to stare back at you, the tip glistening in what little light you have. He pushes the cock against your lips, and you open your mouth wider, letting it slide in. You feel your lips wrap around the head, and you taste a bit of salt as the head rests on your tongue.

You feel his cock throbbing, and notice that your pussy is throbbing in the exact same rhythm. Suddenly, he shoves his cock as far in as he can manage, bouncing off of the back of your throat. Tears fill your eyes, and you cry out, only managing a slight gurgle. He rubs his cock against your throat for a moment, before pulling it clear of your throat.

"Good girl," he said, massaging the back of your head, before shoving it back in your mouth. And he does it again, and again. You feel his cock sliding between your lips, across your tongue, and bounce against your throat. You gag a few times, but he only laughs at your haggard attempts to breathe. "****, pendeja!" he spits at you, thrusting forward with increasing vigor, as if spurred by his own malice. You feel his cock bulge suddenly, and you feel him cum into the back of your throat. You panic for a moment at the salt in your mouth before you swallow, and let his cum drain down your throat.

"Not bad," he mutters, more to himself than to you, and he pulls himself off of you. Zipping his pants back up, he looks at you, eyes still hungry, and continues. "I want more."