The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) by Natalie Stark Page B

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    Taking his hand from her breasts, he pushed her skirt up, exposing the creamy white flesh above her stocking tops. He gripped the flesh there and she cried out, the sounds of her mounting pleasure being drowned out by the clickety-clack of the speeding train.
    “Admit you’ve been sitting opposite me, thinking about my cock,” he said, drawing his fingers slowly in and out of her.
    “No,” she murmured, rolling her head back against the mirror, feeling dirty and cheap as she let the stranger play with her. The sense of cheapness she now felt turned her on – this had been the excitement she had always craved. The casual, unattached fuck she had always imagined would bring excitement to her dull life – break that routine.
    With her pussy beginning to grow hot, and eyes half open, she reached forward and unzipped the front of the guy’s trousers. Reaching inside, she curled her fingers around him. His cock felt hard in her hand, and she squeezed it gently. He made a groaning sound deep in his throat.
    “This is what you’ve wanted, isn’t it?” he whispered, feeling her touch his cock.
    “No,” she murmured, slowly sliding her hand up and down the length of him. It felt heavy in her hands as it pointed up towards his stomach.
    “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said, slowly sliding his finger from her pussy.
    “Don’t stop,” she gasped, not wanting the building sensation she could feel growing inside of her to subside one little bit.
    “So tell me the truth,” he said, taking her hand from around his cock. Then, instead of using his fingers, he pressed the tip of his cock against her clit and began to move it slowly in a circular motion.
    Feeling it teasingly close to her wet opening, she reached for his cock again, needing to guide it deep inside of her. She wanted to be filled by him.
    Slapping her hand away, he said, “Tell me what you want.”
    With the end of his cock brushing against her hard clit, the young woman’s heart thumped at her core and her lips trembled. She did want him.
    “You want to know what it would feel like to set yourself free,” he whispered, as if being able to read her mind. “But only you can do that.”
    With a pang of warmth spreading out from her core, and the need to be fucked bordering on urgency, she half opened her eyes and looked at him.
    “Fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me so hard, it hurts.”
    He had heard what she wanted, and needed to fuck her as much as she needed to be fucked by him. He sank his cock deep inside of her. With her butt resting on the sink, the young woman locked her legs around his back, pulling him into her. Running his hands over her stockings, he gripped her, dug his fingertips into her thighs and pushed himself harder into her. Rocking back and forwards in sync with the motion of the speeding train, they fucked. Gripping his tight arse, the woman bucked her hips in time with each of his powerful thrusts.
    “Harder,” she demanded through gritted teeth. “Fuck me so hard.”
    Driven on by her demands, the man slid himself deeper into her until there was nothing left. He felt his balls rubbing against the soft fabric of her panties and they ached, desperate to be emptied.
    Feeling as if the wall of pressure building deep inside was going to break apart, the young woman worked her hips as if riding his cock.
    “Faster,” she begged, not knowing for how much longer she could hold back that building tide inside. She wanted to hold it back for as long as she could. However much she wanted to feel that unimaginable release as she came, she didn’t want it to end – not just yet. She had never felt this turned on, this fucking dirty, and it was that feeling which made her want to come as much as the stranger’s cock.
    “Faster!” she cried in his ear. “I’m so close.”
    He thrust his hips harder and faster, his black hair and brow now slick with sweat.
    Unable to hold back that unbearable sense of pleasure