Good Girl

Satisfied

....Continued 

Francesca watched the road as Dwayne drove 75 miles per hour. She was scared as hell...maybe she pushed him too far. She had never pushed him that far before.

"You think I'm gone let you play me..." Dwayne said he sounded like a different person. He was scaring Fran truly. "I'm a joke to you ain't I?" He asked hypothetically. Fran just stared at him with fear in her eyes. "You better fucking answer me." He spoke she was afraid he was going to crash out in this car.

"Dwayne you are not a joke to me." She said with tears forming in my eyes and my voice quivering. He reached over and firmly grabbed her upper thigh still keeping his eyes on the road. "I think I fucking am." He stated. Her dress began to ride up her thigh. He was going to leave a bruise on Fran's thigh as his fingers massaged her thigh and rubbed her clit through her panties.

"Dwayne stop it....please" Fran begged letting the tears fall from her eyes while also trying to pry his hands off. "So some random nigga in the club can fucking kiss and rub on you. But the nigga that's been giving you dick till you can't.." He tightened his grip with each word. And it was making Fran so wet and emotional at the same time. She had to be a sadist.

"Dwayneeeeee" she was trying her best to remove his hand she was drunk and about to cum so hard on herself. He removed his hand pushing her thigh. She threw her head back against the seat and turned to the left to look at him. Looking like the drunk disheveled mess she was with her long 26inch bundles all over her face.

"Why do you even care Dwayne? Why?" She yelled pushing his head. "You better keep your hands to your self" he stated looking over at her. "Why the hell should I when you cant seem to keep your fucking hands off my body?" She yelled back not giving a single fuck anymore.

"I wish I never fucked your drug dealing ass." She yelled pushing his head again with her pointer finger. "Yeah...yeah...I should've kept my dick to my fucking self with your young desperate ass." He spat at Fran looking at her with disgust. "You right I'm too good for you anyway. I need me a real man who gone treat me good and fuck me right." She was talking out her ass at this point.

His hand squeezed the leather on the wheel. "I'll kill that nigga and make you watch me. You let a nigga you think you better than fuck and suck you like a random slut on the street." He said as a matter of fact. Fran had to catch her breath he was going to hell with his responses. He had Fran shook she was hitting him where she knew it hurt and vice versa.

"Yeah you supposed to be an innocent little girl. But, you begging me for dick every other day. You think I'll ever treat you any differently than I did yesterday with your naive ass. I'll treat you like the fucking prostitute you act like. Leave them hundreds on your night stand after I'm done with your bird ass." He spat with venom Fran's chest caved in. One thing they never did with each other was shame. She was shocked brought down to a full body soberness paralyzed almost.

Francesca always watched Dwayne talk to other women like this but never her. She never seen her self being in this position before. Her chest felt like knots were forming in it.

Dwayne whipped the car into an abandoned parking lot. Franny was silently heaving and crying. He knew he was wrong, but she was pressing his buttons, and he was trying to keep it together.

He parked and folded down his back seat down on both sides. He went around to Franny's side and opened her door. He tried to reach for her when she slapped him. She began to fight him. "I hate you so fucking much Dwayne I swear I hate you...I hate you...I hate you" she yelled he managed to grab her wrist and toss her in the back seat. This was the worse fight they'd ever had, but he was determined to make it better.