Chapter 18 SHOPLIFTING GETS ME FUCKED PART 2
Her body lurched forward, the sudden shift making his thick cock slip halfway out of her slick pussy before he rammed it back in, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Pain shot through her arms, but the fullness inside her drowned it out, her inner walls clenching around him in desperate need.
He didn't give her time to catch her breath—dragging her down to the cold, unforgiving floor of the office, the concrete biting into her knees as she collapsed onto all fours. The stale air thickened with the scent of their sweat and her arousal, her brunette hair sticking to her damp forehead.
'On your hands and knees, thief,' he snarled, his voice low and commanding, releasing her wrists only to grab a fistful of her hair again, pulling her head back until her spine arched painfully.
Ariana's palms scraped against the rough surface, her small breasts swaying beneath her as he positioned himself behind her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her slim legs trembling from the relentless assault already etching fire into her core. Deep down, that rebellious spark flickered—wanting to fight, to curse him—but the coercive heat pooling in her belly betrayed her, making her ass push back instinctively against his hips.
He thrust into her again, harder this time, his hips slamming against her trembling body with bone-jarring force. The wet smack of skin on skin echoed off the bare walls, mingling with her involuntary gasps. His cock stretched her tight pussy to its limits, each pound driving deeper, the head battering her cervix in a rhythm that blurred pain and pleasure.
Ariana's mind reeled, emotions crashing like waves: shame at how her juices coated his shaft, dripping down her thighs; a twisted thrill at being forced like this, her secret submissive cravings surfacing under his brutal control. 'Fuck, you're soaking for it,' he growled, his rough hands sliding from her hair to grip her narrow hips, nails biting into her flesh as he pulled her back onto every thrust.
She moaned, the sound raw and broken, her body rocking forward with the violence of it. The cold floor chafed her knees, but she barely noticed—his relentless pounding consumed her, his balls slapping against her clit with each brutal entry.
Ariana's breaths came in ragged bursts, her pussy fluttering around him, squeezing as if begging for more despite the tears welling in her eyes. He leaned over her, his broad chest pressing against her back, hot breath fanning her ear.
'Beg for it, slut. Tell me you need this cock punishing your thieving cunt.'
'P-please,' she whimpered, the word escaping before she could stop it, her voice laced with a mix of reluctance and aching desire.
Her defiance cracked further, submission weaving through her like a drug, making her hips grind back to meet his slams.
He laughed darkly, one rough hand leaving her hip to roam her curves, tracing the dip of her waist before cupping her breast. He squeezed hard, his calloused palm rough against her sensitive nipple, twisting it until she yelped. The pain shot straight to her core, heightening the slick heat building there, her body betraying every ounce of her nervousness.
His other hand cracked down on her ass, the sharp slap ringing out, leaving a stinging red mark on her pale skin. Ariana gasped, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock, the jolt of pain igniting sparks of pleasure that made her vision blur.
'That's right, take the punishment,' he commanded, slapping her again, harder, the flesh jiggling under his palm as he kneaded it roughly.
She felt every ridge of his fingers exploring her, possessive and demanding, sliding up to pinch her other breast while he continued to fuck her without mercy. The dual assault, his hand mauling her tits, his cock ravaging her from behind, pushed her closer to the edge, emotions swirling in a storm of coerced ecstasy and deepening surrender.
Ariana's arms shook, threatening to give out as he pounded faster, his grunts growing animalistic. Sweat slicked their bodies, her slim frame quivering under the weight of his dominance.
'Harder... oh god, don't stop,' she begged between harsh thrusts, the words tumbling out in a haze of need, her rebellious shell shattering under the raw power exchange.
She hated how good it felt, how his aggression unlocked the hidden parts of her that craved this brutal control, her tight pussy milking him with every withdrawal. He obliged her plea, slamming in deeper, his rough hands alternating between slapping her ass—leaving it burning and marked—and squeezing her breasts until they ached, nipples throbbing from his twists.
The office spun as Ariana's world narrowed to the intense sensations flooding her body. The dim light cast eerie shadows that seemed to dance with the frantic movements of their coupling.
Ariana's gasps turned to desperate sobs of overwhelming pleasure, her body wracked with the unrelenting fuck, pain and ecstasy twining together until she couldn't tell them apart. Her nerves blazed with the coercive fire he stoked with every forceful thrust.
"Scream for me," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble as he drove into her, stretching her tight and raw. "Show me you're mine, slut."
She did, her cries echoing off the walls as submission took hold, her senses consumed by his dominance. Her pussy clenched around his cock, greedy for every inch as he used her for his pleasure.
Even as she teetered on the brink of shattering, his grip on her hips tightened, hinting at more ways he would claim her, the session far from over in its raw intensity. He kept fucking her, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes until finally, with a guttural groan, he exploded inside her.
Hot cum flooded her cunt as he emptied himself deep, marking her thoroughly. Then he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free with a lewd squelch. He gave her ass a hard smack.
"Get out of here, slut," he growled, voice rough with satisfaction.
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her shaking and dripping with his cum, her body and mind reeling from the brutal, all-consuming fuck.