60. Shit. Fuck. ShitFuck!

**Emara Stone**

“I don’t think you want your whole neighbourhood to see what is going inside the car.”
Ryan’s whiskey brown orbs glow with an evil glint that sends a shiver down my spine as he sneers, “Or do you?”
I panic and look at the source of my fear. My father jerks his head to look out whereas our snooping neighbours are already out. Shit!
“Are you into exhibitionism?”
My eyes sprint at him. Ryan lowers his head. Keeping my eyes locked at him, he takes the small bump of my erect nipple in his teeth that pierces through my tee, and slowly bites.
A sharp prickly pain surges through my body, and my pussy takes it all. My hips jerk and I gasp loudly. Everything feels hot and tingling. Wet and wetter.
My eyes again draw back to my home where my dad is casually watching TV and my neighbours not-so-casually staring at the jumbo black car parked in the street.
Though the glass is thick and dark, I wonder what part of the inside is intriguing them. Another sting passes through me like a sharp arrow and I moan in painful ecstasy.
He bit my lil’ titty. Again.
“Ryan!” I try to push him away from my breast but he felt like an anchor, hard to budge. His chest is alarmingly hard under my hand, and his shoulders are dense with muscles and strength.
Ryan is hard like a marble, and it thrilled my pussy.
“Do you like it when people watch?”
I follow his eyes and look down at my damped chest. My nipples are poking hard through my t-shirt, portraying a pure sign of arousal. They are erect as a man’s penis and pointed as a sword’s tip.
I flush with humiliation as Ryan brings his lips closer to my ear and whispers in hazy seduction, “Does it excite you?”
Those four words were enough to fan the flame of emotions inside of me. I feel nervous, horny, shocked, scared, and… did I mention horny?
I couldn’t control anything. I pant breathlessly as Ryan’s long fingers slowly slide my t-shirt up, exposing my heaving chest and white bra.
His thumb circles around my aroused nipples while his palm holds my breast and slowly pushes them against my chest as he feels their weight and softness.
“Does it make you horny?” His seductive voice teases me.
And suddenly the science behind wearing panties comes to me, that is to keep the juices in. If it wasn’t for my undies, I think I might have soaked my shorts or perhaps, his jeans.
Like a curious visitor, Ryan traces his thumb along the edge of my bra, over the moulds, and down to the valley of my breast. My tits become extra sensitive and swell erotically.
Never have they ever gotten so much spotlight in my life, not even by me.
Ryan repeats the introspection of my boobs in slow motion and this time, he slides his thumb in the deep gorge of my cleavage and pulls the bra down. Like peeling the skin out of a banana. My banana.
I bite a moan and control myself as the thin fabric of my bra, rubs over my aching nipples. And it was maddening and agonizing for my senses to not lose. I hyperventilate at the scene of my exposed breasts and nipples in the air and there is nothing I could do about it.
My bones shiver as Ryan licks his lip and slowly proceeds towards the two pointed popsicles on my chest that are waiting to be melted. My heartbeats rises and I breathe like a woman in labour.
No man has ever paid so much attention to me. Especially not the one I am trying to write a book upon.
His mouth comes down and I take a sharp breath as his warm tongue touches my cold nipple in absolute bliss. The sudden change in temperature sends indelicate currents in between my thighs and I shift.
I shift on his manhood.
I gasp loudly as an intense pain passes through my spine. The feel of his hard teeth around my sensitive bud sends my head into wonderland as he lightly bites them. As if punishing me for a crime that he badly wants me to do.
His hands grab my elbows and he curves them behind me, locking in a way that my breast swells and arches towards his hungry mouth. His hot breath falls on my breast and then his wet tongue going merry-go-around my nipples in slow, wet circles.
It made me feel filthy, kinky and being used. And the thought itself made me wetter.
Ryan licks every flesh of my breast, worship it along with his teeth and saliva. And in this moment I knew, Ryan believes in equality. As his attention shifts to my another boob, giving it the same treatment as my right one.
But suddenly, he pauses and so does my heart.
Ryan’s eyes shift and change colour as he tilts his head in amusement and snicker alone. Curiously, my eyes follow his and my eyes widen. I feel my soul leaving my body as I see my dad walking out of the door of our house, while talking over the phone.
Shivers of terror rocks through me as I see myself through the eyes of an outsider. Half naked, sitting on a guy with my tits in his mouth. FUCK!
I am dead.
*I am so dead.*
I feel a thrill of horror crashing inside of me and I try to haul away from Ryan’s thighs and far away from my dad’s binoculars eyes that could even catch a micro bacterium on his donut.
But the evil butt prince clutches my hips and holds me strongly on his lap, trapping me in a position which is inevitable to feel how hot and hard he is.
“Ryan.“ I couldn’t move. Even if I wanted.
“Shhh.” Ryan cooes in my ear. The heat from his eyes and the strength in his hands tells me I am dealing with a professional. Someone who has expertise in capturing girls.
“Stay still, if you don’t want your father to know what we are doing.”
Ryan’s acute sharp jawline glints like a razor’s edge as he turns to look out at my dad and then smirks, “Or do you want an audience?”
I bite my lip and shake my head, not believing the situation I am thrown into. “Please.” The word crawls out of my lips like a beggar, which has no meaning in his sinful dictionary.
The street waits for a movement. And so does the neighbours. My father walks in our lawn as he talks over his phone, completely unfazed by the fact his daughter is being willingly molested by the Wicked Prince of Hardon Land.
Ryan’s high-as-a-kite eyes change their direction and gaze at me, then down to my uncovered breast. I am scared of whatever he is thinking.
“Does your daddy know you are naughty?” His hot breath falls on my flesh and I shiver with shame. My breaths get erratic as he slowly lowers his mouth to my nipple, maintaining that predatory eye contact with me.
I whimper as his tongue touches my nipples. The fear is still inside of me, but other feelings rise up on the surface and I bite a moan. Ryan takes his time like a boobie professional, one nipple then another, while he slowly tastes and licks them in long circles.
“Does the cop knows how kinky his little girl is?” He cooes with a sultry suck. Redness unroll on my skin and he spread my knees wider on him.
Chills run through my body. If it wasn’t for goosebumps, I would have never noticed his fingers grazing the inner sensitive flesh of my thigh, just below my sex.
As if I was oblivious to my body all this time, I didn’t realize the nerves on my thighs were way closer to my sex than any other nerve on my body. And his sensual touch is causing swelling and wetness at the places I thought I had control upon.
I try to glide up from the danger point, but his hands slide me back, even nearer and right on top of his hot volcano. *Jesus beejesus!*
It is hard and very pointy.
“Does he knows…” His husky voice touches my neck as he leave light vampiric kisses. “You are a bad girl.” His tongue glides over my earlobe and my body goes through an earthquake.
An erotic moan escapes my lips as he takes my soft lobe and bites with an intention of provoking sensual pain. More adult gasps pour out of me as he presses me to his erection.
I never knew I had a hidden talent to voice over porn videos.
Sparks climb my spine as his fingers crawl into my shorts. A part of my brain reminds me of something, but all the sanity evaporates as I feel his thumb grazing on my panties, right above my desperate clit.
*This treacherous bitch!*
My pussy is going to betray me just like my nipples did, and I could feel the swelling in my nether region with hot, excited blood.
“Does your daddy know you are here?” Ryan mutters with a low grin. His whiskey brown eyes flicker to the world outside of the car that I long forgot existed.
Daddy? Which daddy?
Curiously, I follow his gaze. My father, not ten feet away, staring at the unknown car parked in front of his castle, with hostile eyes. He saw me!
*Shit. Fuck. Shitfuck!*
A gasp of horror releases from my lungs and I jump away to hide, or just die anywhere except the Evil prince’s comfortable lap. But Ryan strangles me with his strength and keeps me on the crown of his erection.
“Shhhh!”
By this moment, my heart was giving CPR to my lungs, begging and praying for them to work. “There is a reason these windows are tainted black.” His whispers send no information to my head, but I gasp.
My eyes widen in fear as my father looks in our direction while Ryan parts my panties and pushes his two long fingers inside of me. My mouths opens and my face becomes like an erotic actress as I stare at the audience in fear.
“Ryan! Oh god.” My words catch the attention of the Prince of Playboy land and he looks out of the window with a smirk. “See! He can’t see you, or my fingers deep inside your pussy.”
Fear mixed with humiliation swirls through my flesh, and I get redder and wetter. He pulls out his fingers and pushes back till his knuckles bury far deep in me.
“And oh so tight.” His hot breath fans on my lips as he chokes my neck and forces me to look at him. I gulp, feeling the intensity of his toxic eyes on me. They are red, needy, and full of carnal lust.
My father vanishes and all I could see is intense brown eyes blazing with fierce passion and flames. Ryan’s mouth crashes on me as he kisses me feverishly, stealing my breath away.
His thick fingers move inside of me, pouring breathless grunts out of me, yet his lips don’t stop sucking mine. My super-wet nipples rub on his t-shirt’s SUPERDRY print all while I moan into his mouth and he gladly drinks it all.
There is an uncanny sense of physical intimacy that reveals directly to my flesh, as if he knows all kinds of my salacious secrets. Ryan makes an animalistic sound of pleasure as his tongue swirls and sucks my swelled lips.
Like a true engineer, he seems to know instinctively, just how to operate me. His fingers seem so curious, so fascinated to explore me, and the places he touch are so right on the spot, the pressure, the stroke so perfect.
It seems strangely unusual how Ryan knew just where and exactly how to touch to turn me. As if my body is an open book and he knows every word, letter by let- *Wait a minute!*
MY BOOK.
*Ryan read my erotic book!*