Auction

He drops his hips back further, and I feel it pressing at the little hole at the entrance of my body. It is too big. When he urges forward, nothing happens. He may as well be trying to push a cow through a keyhole.

"You are such a tight girl," he rumbles, one hand stroking my hair, the other at my breast. He is being more gentle than I thought he would, but the fact remains my pussy can't take him.

He keeps his cock there anyway, rubbing and caressing my body with his rough hands.

"This fuck hole is going to spread for me," he tells me in a throaty mutter. "You're going to wrap that tight little cunt around me."

His words are brutal and scary, but I can feel them doing something to me. The tingling in my clit is growing, the warm sensation between my thighs is growing. And his cock is sliding between my lips again, back and forth, the head bumping against the little bud over and over again.

"I hate you," I whisper as his lips descend on mine again, his kiss claiming my mouth.

"I know," he growls against my lips. "You're a wild thing. You don't know what it is you need. You don't know what you were made for. But this pussy was made to take cocks, and this belly was made to swell with seed and bring new life. That's what you're for, wild girl."

It seems to me that his cock is getting slippery. Do cocks do that? His dick is definitely gliding back and forth much more easily now. He arches back, the head finds my hole again, and this time it pushes in just a little.

"Oh, my!"

I cling to his arms as he chuckles darkly. "That's right, wild girl. Your pussy is opening up for me. You're wet."

"I'm not wet. You are."

He smirks and draws back, leaving me without the touch of his cock. Kneeling between my legs, he swipes his fingers up the seam of my lips, then pushes those same fingers into my mouth.

"Taste yourself," he orders. "Those are your fuck juices. That's what you taste like when you want to be taken."

I bite down. My teeth catch his fingers sharply. He curses and the other big hand comes down between my thighs with a swift slap right to my pussy.

"Ow!" I scream and cry out, but there's no respite now. The hand that was in my mouth wraps around my throat. The other continues to whip my pussy, his fingers slapping my slit over and over again, making me buck and wail.

"Don't you ever show signs of aggression," he snarls. "I can hurt you far more than you could ever hurt me."

Mattias enters the room. "Is everything alright?"

"Little bitch bit me," the sheriff says. "I'm teaching her a lesson."

He gives me another slap, and pinches my sore clit. I yowl, my hips bucking as he squeezes that sensitive spot.

"I should hold you down and fuck you until you cry," he snarls at me. "Be glad you're still worth more to me than that."

"Apologize, Trissa." Mattias says, his arms folded over his chest.

"Owwww! I'm sorrry!" I'll say anything to make the spanking stop.

As soon as I say the word, it does. The sheriff's hand stops slapping my pussy, and instead a finger pushes inside it.

"Look at that," he growls as he pulls it free. "The wild girl has a taste for pain."

He holds his finger up, and we all see that it's gleaming with my juices.

"Now lick these off nicely, and thank me."

He pushes his finger back into my mouth, those slate gray eyes daring me to bite again. This time, I let my tongue lap at his finger. The taste isn't unpleasant. It's mild and unlike anything I have ever tasted before. But the shame of knowing it is my own juices being smeared over my tongue, and the knowledge that this is the least of the perverted things he intends to do to me makes me blush with fresh humiliation.

"Good girl," he says more gently, pushing the finger back inside me. I like the way it feels. I like how my sore, spanked clit responds.