I moaned.
"Unless you want to get caught, I suggest you keep quiet," he growled.
"There's no one here," I said. "And besides - it's not my fault I can't keep quiet."
He looked at me reproachfully.
"Oh? Whose fault is it then?"
"Yours. If you wanted me to be quiet, you should have let me wear panties. That way, you would have something to stuff in my mouth." I smiled wickedly.
I could feel him get harder against me, the fabric of his jeans rough against my bare ass. I felt like I had won until his hand tightened on my throat.
"First: Filthy whores can't blame anyone but themselves. It's not my problem you can't control yourself."
He moved his hand from my throat to my hair and gripped so tightly, my eyes started to water.
"Second: I don't need advice on what you should and should not wear."
He slowly forced me off his lap and on to my knees on the concrete floor.
"Third: If you can't keep quiet, I've always got something to stuff in your mouth."
He kept one hand tangled in my hair while he unzipped his fly. I was practically drooling as he pulled out his cock. I moved my head forward, mouth open.
He laughed. "Eager, are we?"
I made some sort of strangled noise, somewhere between a moan and a whine.
He laughed again, darker this time. "You dirty little bitch."
He pulled my head closer and I could feel the precum coat my lips just for a second before his dick slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I gagged briefly before it made its way down my throat. He held it there for a second, enjoying the feeling of my throat contracting against him. He started slow, pulling my head almost all the way up to the tip before moving me back down his shaft. He quickly began to slam it into me, abusing my throat the same way he had my pussy earlier that night. I could feel tears start to slide down my face, wrecking my carefully applied eyeliner. My own juices started to trickle down my thighs and my body throbbed with need. I moved my hand under my skirt, playing with my clit to try and give myself some relief. He pulled back suddenly and roughly squeezed my cheeks with his hand. I moved my hand away but it was too late.
"What were you doing?" he said quietly.
"You didn't let me cum earlier!" I pouted. "Or the day before! I need this!"
He looked at me, pityingly and loosened his grip on my cheeks. He moved a hand down my skirt as he whispered in my ear.