"Tell me you don't want me right now." My hand gripped her harder, fingers pressing into the ample meat of her ass. The thin fabric of her dress almost seemed to tear under my grip. "Tell me you don't get wet thinking about how far I'd go to keep you."
She whimpered, and I smiled against her neck.
"That's what I thought."
"This is wrong," she breathed, but her hands were already fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing away.
"I know." I nipped at her throat, felt her pulse jump under my lips. "But you're going to let me do it anyway."
"My aunt…"
"Is out there wondering where you are." I pulled back just enough to look at her. "And you're in here with me, about to let me fuck you in a public bathroom because you can't help yourself."
Her face flushed, shame and arousal warring in her expression.
"I hate you," she whispered.
"No, you don't." My hand slid up to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A promise. A threat. "But you can pretend if it makes this easier."
I kissed her then, my tongue pushing past her lips. Lena tried to resist, tried to push me away but I was a force. She was a beach and I was a relentless tide pounding the sand.
Her resistance only lasted but for so long before she began to kiss me back, desperate and needy.
“I’m going to fuck you, Lena,” I murmured slowly undoing my jeans. As I hiked her thin little dress up I took note of the even thinner pair of panties.
“Someone could come in,” Lena’s gasp was like music to my ears as her hands went to my shoulders for balance.
“Then they’ll get a private show,” I nipped at her lips as my fingers slipped inside of her wet and waiting center. “You’re ready for me, baby.”
Not even bothering to take her panties off, I slipped them to the side all while positioning myself at her entrance. “Let your aunt wonder, Sweet Girl. I don’t fucking care, you belong to me.”
Literally, I didn’t give a shit if anyone heard her. Finally I shoved into her, and felt her nails digs into my shoulders. Under my gaze, I saw Lena biting her lip to keep from crying out.
“Do you feel that Sweet Girl,” I whispered my question. “Do you feel how fucking wet you are, how slick you are?”
Lena didn’t bother to answer me, just clung to me as I fucked her against the bathroom stall door. She had no idea that I would go to any lengths to keep her.
To make sure she never ran from me again.
“You’re mine,” I whispered in her ear as I slammed into her making the door rattle on its hinges.
“No,” Lena mumbled, sounding out of breath and in the most unconvincing way.
It didn’t matter, I continued slamming into her, chasing my release. “Say that you’re mine.”
She whimpered, “I can’t…”
“But you can Sweet Girl,” I pulled out of her looking down between us and seeing that my dick was covered in her juices. “Tell me and I’ll let you come on my dick. Tell me, Lena…”
Her eyes flashed to mine and I could see how much turmoil was lingering there. She was at war with herself but I knew which part was going to win.
Finally she whispered, “I’m yours.”
That sent me over the edge and I began to pound into her, harder and faster than before. A small cry broke loose from her lips as I dove into her pussy.
Her walls started to quake and I found her screams were suddenly muffled against my shoulder. I was what she needed. The only thing she would ever need.
Lena’s body gave one last tremble as she came apart on my dick. I could feel her juices sliding down my legs as my own release hit and I flooded her pussy, marking her.
