Inconsquential Love ((Part Two))

Part 23

(it smut)

(smut chapter)

(smutty smut)

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VERA'S P.O.V

I didn't come here thinking that this is what would happen, but seeing Dally staring at me like that stirred something inside me. The hold he had over me was something else, something I couldn't even fully explain or begin to understand myself.

"I said get over here, doll. Now." He said, pointing at the ground in front of him. I didn't feel like challenging him, instead, I obliged, walking toward him as I stared down as his hand rubbed at his jeans where his hard dick was straining the fabric. "Let me see you." 

I stopped, stood there for a moment, looking down at myself. To me, it wasn't anything too different from my usual wardrobe but the way Dally was staring with this lusted-up gaze in his eyes you would've thought I was naked. "You love wearing tight little shirts like that, don't you doll?" He asks as his hand reaches out and plays with the hem of my shirt. I watch, feeling my heart speed up nervously. "Answer me."

I feel my breath catch in my throat but I answer. "Yes, Dally." I tell him. His hand moves from the hem up to my breast and I gasp as he gently squeezes. "You like how it fits here? Tight, making your tits bulge out like this? Like you want them to be touched?" He asks, his voice low as his fingers trace against the top of my breasts peaking out, rounded from the low cut of my shirt. I nod again, feeling my breath get shallow and heart race. 

"You like how my friends can see these little parts of you, hm? Can see your perky tits spilling out of your shirt? How they can see your thighs?" His hands move down to my skirt as they gently lift the fabric and go to feel the thong around my hips. He ever so gently tugs my panties down as I step out of them for him, his hands now going for my ass as he cups the cheeks in his hands. "You like how they can just almost see this?" He asks, squeezing my ass tightly in his strong hands.

 I don't know what to say so I don't speak. I just bite my lip as his hand travels from my ass to my clit, pressing down lightly as I grow wet from his touch. I let out a small groan and he releases and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes as he smirks. He grabs my hand and steers me towards his boner and I shudder as I feel it against the fabric of his jeans, his erection caged. "Is this what you're trying to do to them? What you do to me when I see you? You want them to get worked up and hard over you, too? Is that it?" He asks, voice almost sounding like a growl now.

Before I can answer he's pushed me back into a booth and I let out a small gasp as I feel my back fall down against the vinyl cushion in surprise. He's standing above me as he goes for his belt, unbuckling it as he goes for his zipper next, pulling it down to finally release himself. I see him visually relax at finally removing the discomfort of materials against his hard-on. 

"Dally-" I go to say but the look he shoots me quiets me fast.

"Take off the jacket." He commands again and I do so with some difficulty as it falls to the floor. He stares down at me and my body, panting and ready for him. Gingerly he reaches his hand out again to my breast and pulls down the top of the shirt and the cup of my bra as he goes for my nipple, circling it with his thumb. I groan again beneath him as he touches me and I yearn for more, for him to keep going, but he stops and brings the thumb to his mouth biting down hard on it as if he's trying to stop himself. "God, you look like a horny bitch." He says, still staring at me as I squirm at how wet I'm getting now. "You're such a damn tease, Vera." He says as he leans over me, lowering himself down to my ear as I feel his dick press against me - my skirt the only layer between us now. "You want everyone to look at you and want to fuck you." He growls. "But I'm going to make damn sure I'm the only one who gets to."

"Dally, please." I hear myself whine as he lowers more onto me, his dick closer and closer to my dripping pussy. 

His hand reaches out and grabs for my throat, turning my face to look at his. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours, Dallas, please. Please make me yours."

"That's my girl." He says as he flips the fabric of my skirt up and presses at my entrance. "Jesus, you're wet." He says, staring down as he brings his dick to finally enter me. "I like feeling you wet for me, doll. I like seeing your horny little pussy drip for me." He says. I gasp out again as he finally brings himself down into me and my nails grip the back of his shirt. I want him so bad it hurts. I need him to fuck me, I feel drunk with nothing but desire and want. 

He pulls himself out as my legs wrap around him and he quickly plummets back into me - going with the motions as my hips buck and writhe against him. I'm moaning so much my voice goes hoarse as I grip him tighter and tighter, feeling sweat start to roll down my chest and stomach. "This what you want, doll? This all you want? To be fucked, over and over again until you can't feel that precious little cunt of yours?" He asks, voice shaking as he keeps pumping. 

"This is all I want, Dal." I manage to get out, tossing my head back as my walls close around his cock. "Please fuck me. Please."

"Oh don't worry, I am, doll. I'll fuck you til you can't walk." He pulls me up into his lap, not breaking the connection between us but allowing me to take control now as I eagerly pump myself up and down on his throbbing dick. I ride and grind myself against him, lost in how good it feels. He pulls down on my long hair and my head goes back, throat bared in front of him as I feel his tongue lick my collarbone up to my chin, biting roughly on my neck as I cry out. 

His hands are down on my hips as he guides me back down, time and time again on his dick. I can't think. All I can do is feel this. And it feels so damn good I can't stop - going faster and faster as I cry out and climax around his cock. He always lets me come first - something I'd never expect from someone as greedy as him. 

I finally open my eyes to look at him and to my surprise he's staring back at me, watching me ride him, watching me cum against him. "Good girl." He whispers, pulling my hair with a tug again. "My turn." He says, and he pushes me back down against the booth and starts hammering into me as I cry out in pain and pleasure and euphoria. I'm numb already and I'm starting to feel faint, like I might just blackout, but as his hands pin down my wrist I feel alert suddenly as I feel him bite down on the top of my breast and I let out another cry - voice dry and cracked. "I'm going to fuck you just like this every time you come around looking how you did tonight." He groans in my ear. "Every time you wear these short little skirts, every time you wear these tight little tops, every time I catch my friends looking at you - remember whose dick you're going to be riding, you got that?" He orders still. I can barely react but as I feel as he grabs my chin to look at him again I nod fast - still just trying to hold on with everything in me. "Your ass is mine, Vera." He growls low as he keeps going faster and faster against me. "You got that? Your mine." He commands again and I oblige the only way I know how right now - with another mindless moan escaping my lips. I feel his warm hot cum explode inside me as his breathing halts for a moment, but his thrusts don't. I open my mouth in a silent cry as his bucking slows to a halt at last and I'm finally able to regain my breathing and feel myself come back to earth.

We're both panting and my hand goes to my throat as I gasp for air. "D-Dally-"

He responds with his lips crashing down against mine. He consumes me with his mouth, stealing my breath again, a generous and selfish lover all at once. "Don't forget it, doll." He says, his voice returning to normal finally. "Don't forget who owns you now."