Chapter 17: Chapter 17
The next morning arrived, Scott stirs knowing this is the day his family will return. He looks over to Cora who is sleeping soundly beside him. He smiles, remembering the events from last night. He knows he has to keep this a secret, he can't let his family know what happened. He looks at the clock, it's early, but he knows he needs to be up and about before they arrive.
Scott gets out of bed and gets dressed. He looks down at Cora, she's still sleeping, her body still marked from last night. He leans down and kisses her forehead, "wake up princess, it's time to go."
Cora stirs, her eyes fluttering open.
She looks up at Scott, confusion and fear flickering across her face. "What time is it?" she asks, her voice groggy with sleep.
Scott smiles down at her, his expression softening. "It's early, babygirl. You need to get ready to go. My family will be here soon."
Cora's eyes widen with panic. "What? No, I can't go home like this. They'll see the marks on me." She sits up, her hands clutching the sheets to her chest, her voice shaking with fear.
Scott reaches out and runs a hand through her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
"Shh, it's alright, babygirl. I've got you. I won't let anyone see those marks. I'll make sure you're covered up." Cora looks up at him, her eyes filled with fear and doubt. "But what do I say? What do I do?"
Scott smiles reassuringly. "You'll be fine, babygirl. Just play the part of the innocent little friend. You'll do great." He leans down and kisses her forehead. We have about six hours before they arrive. She looks better, but still bears the marks of last night’s session. She looks down at her hands, her fingers tracing the red marks on her skin. Scott notices her distress and sits down beside her, pulling her into his arms.
"Listen to me, babygirl. You're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it. Now, let's make the plan . You'll put on a baggy sweater and jeans, nothing too revealing.”
Cora nods, her eyes still filled with uncertainty.
Scott stands up and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. "Here, put these on." He tosses them onto the bed. "And make sure to hide those marks on your wrists and ankles with long sleeves and socks."
Cora nods again, picking up the clothes and heading to the bathroom to change. When she returns, she looks less like the sexually ravaged girl she was last night and more like the innocent teenager she is.
Scott nods in approval, "That's better. Now, let's go. We can't risk them seeing you like this."
He leads her out of the room, down the hallway, and out the back door. He opens the passenger side door of his truck and helps her inside. As they drive away, Scott can't help but look back at the house, knowing that his family will be returning soon. He shakes his head, trying to clear the image of Cora on her knees, begging for his cum, from his mind.
Let me help,” Cora pleaded . Scott looks at her, his eyes darkening with desire. “You want to help?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. Cora nods, biting her lip nervously. “Yes, please. Let me help.” Scott pulls the truck over to the side of the road and puts it in park. He turns to Cora, his hand reaching out to cup her face. His thumb brushes against her lips, smearing her lip gloss across her skin. “Suck,” he commands, his voice a low rumble. Cora’s eyes widen in surprise, but she opens her mouth and sucks his thumb into her mouth.
She swirls her tongue around it, tasting the sweetness of her lip gloss mixed with the saltiness of his skin. Scott groans at the sight, his cock hardening even more in his pants. He pulls his thumb out of her mouth, “ You want to help me, don’t you?”
Cora nods eagerly, her pussy clenching with desire. “Yes, Daddy. I want to help you. What can I do?” Cora asks, her voice filled with eagerness.
Scott leans in, his lips brushing against hers. "You can suck my cock like a good little girl."
Cora's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly nods. I want to."
Scott unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Cora's eyes go wide at the sight of him, but she doesn't hesitate. She leans forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the precum from the tip of his cock. Scott starts to drive towards Cora’s house.
She works her way down his cock till it disappears down her throat. Scott lets out a low moan, his fingers tangling in her hair, gripping it tightly as he begins to face fuck her.
“Fuck yeah, babygirl, take my cock like the little slut you are.
Cora relaxes her throat, taking him all the way down to the base with each thrust. Scott watches as her nose presses against his stomach, her eyes watering from the force of being throat fucked.
“You’re such a fucking good girl, taking my cock like this. Your throat feels so fucking good.
Your mouth is made for my cock, babygirl." Scott groans, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into Cora's throat with each thrust. Spit drips down her chin, splattering onto her baggy sweater, but she doesn't stop. She takes him like a pro, her lips sealing around his shaft as he pulls back just enough to let her breathe before slamming back in.
Cora's eyes water and her nose runs, but she doesn't pull away. She wants this, needs this. She wants to show Scott that she can take anything he gives her. She wants to be his good girl.
Scot’s balls are tightening , his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Fuck, babygirl, I'm going to come soon. You better be ready to swallow every last drop of my cum." He growls, his hips moving faster, slamming his cock deep into her throat with each thrust.
Cora's eyes roll back in her head as she takes him, her gag reflex kicking in, but she pushes through it, determined to please her god. She wants to taste his cum, to feel it coating her throat, marking her as his.
"That's right, babygirl, take my cock like the good little slut you are.
You were made to serve me, to swallow my load. Take it all, every fucking drop." Scott's voice is harsh, commanding, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm as he face-fucks Cora.
Cora gags and chokes on his cock, her eyes watering, her nose running, but she doesn't pull away. She wants to feel Scott's cock deep in her throat, to taste his cum, to be marked by him. Her hands grip his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she takes him as deep as she can.
She gags and chokes, but she doesn't stop. She wants this. She needs this. She wants to be his good little slut.
Scott groans, his hips moving faster, his cock swelling even more in her throat. "Fuck, babygirl, you're choking on my cock so good. You're making me so fucking hard." She takes him deeper, her throat constricting around the base of his cock. Scott's balls tighten, and he knows he's close.
"Fuck, babygirl, I'm gonna come. You ready to take it all?" he growls, his voice thick with lust and dominance. Cora nods as best she can, her eyes watering and her throat convulsing around his cock.
"Good girl," he praises, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her throat. "Take it all. Every fucking drop."
Scott groans as his orgasm hits, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he fills Cora's throat with his cum.
He holds her head in place, not letting her pull away as he shoots rope after rope of hot, sticky cum down her throat. Cora gags and chokes, her eyes watering as she swallows every last drop, her throat working to take it all.
When Scott finally pulls out, Cora gasps for breath, her throat raw and sore, her nose running, and tears streaming down her face. She looks up at Scott, her eyes filled with a mix of pain, pleasure, and pride. "Good girl," Scott praises, running his thumb along her swollen, red lips.
“Did I help?” Cora asks softly, her voice hoarse from the brutal face-fucking.
Scott smirks, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Fuck yeah, you did. You took every drop like a good little slut.”
Cora smiles weakly, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and pain. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Scott reaches down and grabs a towel from the floor of the truck, handing it to Cora. “Clean yourself up, babygirl. We’re almost at your house.”
Cora takes the towel and wipes her face, her eyes watering from the sting of the rough fabric.
She looks up at Scott, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. "Will you punish me again, Daddy? I want to please you."
Scott's cock twitches at her words, already hardening again at the thought of fucking her sore, abused body. He sneers at her, his voice cruel. "You want more, you little slut? You want me to tear that tiny little cunt of yours apart?" "Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me like you own me.