*
Casey looked a real mess with that broken skin above his eye and his adrenaline levels were through the roof after the fight.
“Get over here,” he said to Amy.
“Casey, please.” Amy said
“I said get the fuck over here!” Casey shouted. “You wanna live. You want me to make those payments. Get the fuck over here.”
She moved slowly. Hoping something would happen. It never did. Within moments she was standing in front of Casey. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Their bodies touched, her hands went palms down on his chest, subconsciously trying to keep some space between them. To her disgust she could feel his erection pressing against her hips. She resigned herself to what was going to happen. Maybe, she thought, if she gave him something he’d stop.
“Can I wash up first,” she said, tears starting in her eyes.
“Sure,” Casey said, “but first I want a little preview.”
He leaned in to kiss her.
“Please.” She moved her head away.
He grabbed the back of her head tightening his hold hard enough to hurt her.
“You can get washed up after I get a little preview.” He said firmly then he pulled her head into his and kissed her.
She closed her eyes. It was disgusting.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
She opened and let him use his tongue. She figured the quicker he finished the quicker she could get into the bathroom and lock the door. His tongue lolled in her mouth.
“Oh baby your so fucking hot,” he said, “I’ve wanted to tongue fuck you for months.”
Her stomach turned. His tongue rolled back into her mouth passing saliva between them. When he finally pulled away a strand of his spit broke onto her lip. He licked it off slowly savoring the moment.
“Good girl,” he said, “you taste awesome. Go get washed up if you want. But don’t take all fucking night… you understand?…”
He tugged at her neck.
“…my fucking balls are heavy as rocks for you and I don’t want to wait all night to bust my fucking nut.”
She couldn’t listen to him anymore.
“Please,” she said, “let me go. I won’t… I mean… please.”
“Okay baby,” he kissed her and let her go.
She made straight for the bathroom and locked and the door behind her. She wanted to vomit but couldn’t in the end she just sat by the sink and cried. She could still taste his spit in her mouth and she was terrified of what he was going to make her do. She’d only ever had two boyfriends, Jack, and another guy she’d started dating in high school. She wasn’t experienced with sex and if she ever slept with a guy it was after they’d been going out awhile. She liked guys to take things slow with her and to be romantic. But the things that Casey said and the way he touched her, the way he’d always looked at her. That was lewd and disgusting and made her skin crawl even as she thought about it. She heard his voice again in her head… my fucking balls are heavy as rocks for you… I don’t want to wait all night to bust my fucking nut. She cried even harder then harder again when the knock came at the door.
“Get your sweet ass out here baby,” Casey said through the door, “Time to start working for those fucking payments.”
She almost couldn’t move. But she made herself. Standing up and moving to the door. It took her a second to decide to unlock the door, to shatter the only illusion of safety she still had, but in the end she did it, stepping out into the sitting room.
When she got out her knees almost buckled, she felt sick and frightened and light-headed. Casey had taken off his shirt and jeans and was sitting with his arms resting on the back of the sofa. He was making a massive tent in his shorts.
“Casey,” Amy forced herself to speak, “please… let me go home.”
“Oh baby, you are home,” he said, “we’re gonna christen every room tonight. I’m gonna show you how a real man fucks. Now take off your jeans and get the fuck over here.”
“Please.” Amy begged.
“Do what I fucking say whore!” He snapped, “or I’ll beat the shit outta you first.”
There was something in his eyes that made Amy sure he meant what he said. She had no choice. She unbuttoned her jeans.
“Yeah. Fucking sexy as.” Casey breathed.
She slid them off and stepped out of them. Her hands falling instinctively to cover her privates. She was wearing a pair of powder-blue lace panties. Casey’s dick was getting so hard it hurt.
“Come over here.” He ordered.
She knew it was pointless to plead with him so she walked over and sat down timidly trying her hardest to take up as little space on the sofa as possible. He pulled her to him and for the first time she touched his bare skin her. He leaned in and kissed her mouth as before.
“Let me tongue you.” He said.
“No Casey.”
He got angry and pushed closer to her.
“Come on, bitch, let me tongue you.”
She opened her mouth for him.
“Good girl, let me tongue you.”
He kissed her for what seemed like forever. His disgusting tongue rolling in and out of her mouth. A few times he forced it in as far as it would go, choking her, forcing her to break the kiss but every time he’d forced her face back to his and do it again. By the end she just let him do it however he wanted and as he kissed her his hand trailed down and touched her pussy through her panties. Her hand went instinctively to his; trying to draw him away from her sex.
“Please, don’t.”
“Relax.” He said, between kisses, his hand moving in long stroking motions between her legs.
“Don’t.” She tried hard to pull his hand away and close her legs but he was too strong.
He finally broke the kiss and removed his hand. She tightly closed her legs and looked at him.
“Let’s get this sweater off,” he said.
Her heart was beating at a gallop as he roughly pulled off her top leaving her in only her underwear. He looked at her tits; the bra gathering them up into a juicy cleavage.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “sexy as.”
He kissed her cleavage forcing her back down onto the sofa with his superior weight and continuing to drool over her tits.
“What a pair of titties,” he groaned, licking them with a wet tongue, leaving clear smears across the flesh.
Amy thought of Jack and the money they needed and tried to let Casey do what he wanted. He’d been kissing her tits for a while, every now and then nuzzling at her neck or licking her face. His hips had begun to move in slow humping motions driving his hard prick up against her. When, suddenly, a ringtone sounded through the quiet apartment.
“Shit,” he swore, his hips going still and his head rising from Amy’s tits.
He reached down, still lying on top of Amy, to the bundle of clothes he’d stripped off and riffled through the pockets of his jeans. He took out his cell and flipped it open.
“Yo…”
He listened to what the caller was saying. Someone this was even more degrading for Amy. Lying there half-naked under a man she hated just waiting for him to finish his phone call and start dry humping her and mauling her tits. She dreaded to think what he’d do next.
“Yeah dude…” Casey was saying, “No, not tonight, can’t tonight… I’m right in the middle of chilling with this girl… yeah, no shit… I’m getting my dick wet, dude…”
Amy closed her eyes and tried not to hear.