**Taken in the Abandoned Building**

I’d been watching Becky for weeks. The way she walked, the way her tight little jeans hugged her ass, the way she tossed her hair when she laughed. Tonight, I finally made my move. I waited until she left the bar alone, slightly drunk, her guard down. One quick grab, a hand over her mouth, and she was in the back of my van before she could scream.

Now here we were, in some forgotten warehouse, concrete floors cold beneath us, dust floating in the dim light filtering through broken windows. Becky was on her knees, wrists cuffed behind her back, her chest rising and falling fast as she panted. Her blonde hair was messy, her makeup slightly smudged—god, she looked perfect like this. Terrified, but defiant.

“What the fuck do you want?” she spat, trying to sound brave, but her voice shook.

I smirked, running a rough hand down her cheek. “You. Just like this.”

Her breath hitched when I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. She gasped, her pouty lips parting as I leaned down to bite her neck. Not hard enough to mark, just enough to make her whimper.

“You’re gonna scream for me, Becky,” I growled, kicking her legs apart. She tried to squirm away, but I shoved her forward, bending her over so her ass was in the air, her cuffed hands making her back arch.

“No! Fuck you—ahh!” Her protest turned into a cry when I smacked her ass hard. The sound echoed in the empty building, her flesh jiggling under my palm.

“You love that,” I taunted, rubbing the reddening spot. She whimpered, shaking her head, but I could see her thighs squeezing together.

I didn’t waste time. Unbuckling my belt, I pulled my cock out, already rock-hard and throbbing. I pressed the thick head against her pussy, feeling how wet she was through her panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I laughed, dragging my cock up and down her slit. “Even when you’re scared, your pussy still drips for me.”

“I’m not—ah!—I’m not scared!” she lied, voice cracking as I ripped her panties to the side.

I didn’t tease. I shoved inside her with one brutal thrust, making her scream. Her cunt was tight as hell, clenching around me like she was trying to push me out, but I grabbed her hips and fucked into her harder.

“Oh fuck! Stop, it’s too much—!” Becky sobbed, but her body betrayed her, arching her back, pushing her ass up into me.

“Bullshit,” I snarled, slamming into her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, loud and filthy. Every thrust forced a moan out of her, her tits bouncing, her pussy gushing around my cock.

I reached around, pinching her clit between my fingers. She shrieked, her whole body jerking. “Oh my god, no, don’t—please!”

“Begging already?” I twisted her nipple, making her cry out. “You wanted this. You fucking love it.”

Her moans got louder, higher, her pussy getting sloppier as I hammered into her. She was close—I could feel her trembling, her cunt squeezing me in tight little pulses.

“Come on, scream for me,” I grunted, slapping her ass again.

That did it. Becky wailed as she came, her legs shaking, juices dripping down her thighs. I didn’t let up, fucking her through it, my balls slapping against her.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” I groaned, grabbing her hair again, pulling her back against me as I buried myself deep.

She gasped as I filled her, my cock twitching inside her, pumping every last drop into her tight little pussy.

I held her there, panting, feeling her body quiver. Then I leaned down, biting her ear.

“Next time, I’m leaving the handcuffs on longer.”