The morning after shattered Emily's world. Sunlight filtered through the cabin curtains, but the ache between her legs—a deep, throbbing reminder of Alex's thick cock stretching her open—anchored her to the bed. Cum had dried sticky on her thighs, a branded mark she couldn't wash away. She woke alone, Alex already brewing coffee, his casual smile masking the predator beneath. 'Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?' He handed her a mug, but when she reached for it, his fingers lingered, brushing her wrist possessively.
Emily pulled back, wrapping the sheet around her naked body, eyes red-rimmed from crying herself to sleep. 'We can't... that was a mistake. I want to go home. Now.' Her voice trembled, fists clenched at her sides. Resistance flared hot in her chest—she'd lock the bathroom door, call a cab if needed. But Alex stepped closer, towering over her, his hand shooting out to grip her chin, forcing her gaze up.
'Mistake? Nah, that pussy milking my load says otherwise.' He leaned in, breath ghosting her lips. 'You're not leaving till I say. Now get dressed—we're heading out for breakfast. Act normal, or I'll bend you over right here and remind you who owns that tight hole.' Fear twisted her gut, but the threat—and the unwelcome spark low in her belly—silenced her. She dressed in jeans and a hoodie, every movement pulling at her sore folds, but Alex's eyes devoured her, promising more.
Public touching started innocently enough at the small-town diner down the road. They sat in a booth, locals chatting nearby, but Alex's foot nudged her calf under the table, sliding up her inner thigh. Emily stiffened, fork pausing mid-air. 'Stop,' she whispered, glancing at the waitress pouring refills. His hand joined the assault, palm pressing her knee apart, fingers inching toward her crotch. 'Alex, please—not here. People will see.' She clamped her thighs shut, heat flooding her cheeks, but he pried them open with brute strength, thumb rubbing circles over the denim seam against her clit.
'Let 'em watch. Show 'em how Daddy's little girl gets wet in public.' His voice was a low growl, masked by the diner's buzz. She squirmed, biting her lip to stifle a gasp as pressure built, her body betraying her with fresh dampness soaking her panties. Resistance crumbled under his touch; she gripped the table edge, knuckles white, whispering frantic 'no's' while her hips twitched involuntarily. He withdrew only when the check came, smirking as she stumbled out, thighs slick and trembling.
Back in the car for the drive to a scenic overlook, Alex's dominance ignited fully. The winding mountain road twisted through pines, isolation perfect for his next move. Emily huddled against the passenger door, arms crossed, staring out the window. 'I hate you for this. It's rape—you forced me.' Tears streaked her face, her resolve hardening; she'd fight harder, scream if he tried again.
He chuckled, one hand on the wheel, the other yanking her seatbelt aside to plunge into her jeans. 'Rape? Your cunt was gushing around my dick, begging for cum. Now unzip me—time to earn your keep.' She slapped his hand away, twisting toward the door. 'No! Pull over and let me out!' But he swerved to the shoulder, gravel crunching, and lunged across the console, pinning her shoulders down with his forearm. The car rocked as he wrestled her jeans open, exposing her lace panties—already darkened with arousal.
'Feisty today, huh? Makes my cock harder.' He freed his erection, the veined length slapping heavy against her thigh. Emily thrashed, kicking at the dash, but he hauled her legs over his lap, ripping the fabric aside. 'Get off me! Help—someone!' Her screams echoed in the empty woods, but he stuffed his fingers into her mouth, gagging her protests. With a savage thrust, he speared into her, the car's confines amplifying every wet squelch as his shaft bottomed out in her clenching depths.
The seatbelt dug into her back as he rutted like an animal, hips snapping up to drive his cock deep, balls smacking her ass with each brutal entry. 'Take it, you resistant little bitch—feel how your pussy sucks me in, even when you fight.' Emily's muffled sobs mixed with unwilling moans, her walls fluttering despite the tears; resistance fueled his frenzy, her pushes against his chest only grinding her clit against his pubic bone. He pounded relentlessly, the car steaming up, her juices coating his pistoning length until she shattered—body convulsing, cunt spasming in a traitorous climax that milked him dry.
Alex roared, burying to the hilt as he erupted, thick jets of seed pumping into her core, overflowing in creamy rivulets down his shaft. He held her impaled through the pulses, grinding to force every drop deeper. 'That's right—filled up again. No escaping this.' She slumped, spent and sobbing, as he tucked himself away and restarted the engine, her resistance battered but not broken.
Day four's mountain trek was the breaking point. Alex insisted on the hike for 'fresh air,' dragging her up the rugged trail with a backpack of supplies—and his insatiable hunger. Emily lagged, bruises from the car blooming on her hips, her steps tentative from the constant ache. 'I'm not going further. Leave me alone!' She planted her feet on a rocky outcrop, arms folded, eyes defiant. Wind whipped her hair, but she wouldn't budge, plotting escape once they descended.
He circled her like prey, grabbing her waist and hauling her against a boulder. 'You think you can deny me out here? This trail's deserted—scream all you want.' She shoved him, nails raking his arm, drawing blood. 'Fuck you! I won't let you anymore!' But he spun her around, face-first into the rough stone, yanking her leggings down to bare her ass. Cool air hit her exposed slit, still tender and leaking remnants of his earlier loads.
Alex dropped his shorts, cock rigid and dripping, and slammed home without preamble—the tight ring of her entrance yielding to his girth in a slick glide. 'Goddamn, still so fucking tight—resisting just makes you wetter.' He gripped her hips, bruisingly hard, and hammered in, each thrust jolting her against the rock, her tits scraping fabric. Emily clawed at the stone, wailing 'Stop— it hurts! Please, Alex!' But her body arched back, pussy gripping him like a vice, the friction igniting forbidden fire.
He spanked her ass red, the cracks echoing off the peaks, then reached around to pinch her clit, rolling it until she bucked. 'Liar—your hole's drooling for Daddy's cock. Gonna breed you on this mountain, make you mine forever.' The rhythm turned punishing: long, dragging pulls out, then vicious reentries that split her wide, his tip battering her cervix. Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing with her arousal as she fractured—orgasm crashing in waves, walls convulsing to wring him.
With a guttural curse, Alex flooded her, cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum jetted deep, bloating her belly with his essence. Excess spurted out around his base, dripping down her legs in pearly strands. He rutted through the afterglow, ensuring she felt every spurt, before pulling out with a obscene pop. Emily slid to the ground, quaking, resistance flickering like embers—overwhelmed by the raw possession.
The trek back was silent, his arm around her waist a chain disguised as comfort. Days blurred into a haze of forced submission: mornings waking to his mouth on her folds, afternoons bent over furniture, nights pinned and filled anew. Emily's fights grew wearier, her 'no's' softer, but Alex never relented—his dominance absolute, her body irrevocably his.
