Freckles?
“Zayne,” I breathe, hands sliding around his neck.
My mind is playing a trick on me. This time, he didn’t correct me.
“Yes, Freckles,” he says softly. “Want me to stop?”
“No,” I gasp. “Fuck, no.”
He pins me harder to the wall as I push his gray sweatpants down. His cock slips free, slapping against my soaked pussy. The tap on my sensitive skin sends a pulse straight through me.
My heart stutters as his mouth leaves mine and drags down my throat. His teeth sink into my neck, not enough to hurt, just enough to mark I was his, just enough to make me moan.
He wraps his hand around his cock and brushes the tip through my slick, down to my inner flesh. I arch, breath breaking as he pushes inside me, inch by agonizing inch. My back bows as he fills me, stretching me until there is nothing else I can feel.
His hands lift my thighs, locking me in place as he drives me deeper in the corner, bodies tight and breath tangled.
“I promised to spread you and search,” he murmurs against my skin. “But I already know every corner.”
He thrusts harder, voice dropping rough.
“And now I promise I won’t ever stop.”
“You also promised to erase every other man.” A tear slips down my cheek as he locks his eyes with mine. “Fuck me, please,” I choke. “Make me forget.”
He stares at me for a second too long, long enough that part of me thinks he might stop. Instead, he pushes harder inside me, eyes never leaving mine, driving in and out until his pace turns faster, rougher.
“I promise,” he says, mouth crashing back to mine as he kisses me. “And I also promise I will kill every single man who dares to touch you.”
He keeps moving, skin slapping against my clit, driving me wild as my inner walls tighten around his thick cock. My head falls back, eyes rolling as I moan.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please. Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t.
He keeps his rhythm until suddenly he pulls out and spins me around. My feet hit the floor, unsteady, and he spreads my ass cheeks before thrusting back inside me. My ass slaps against him with every movement as my pussy throbs, aching for him.
One hand slides up to my throat, squeezing slowly as I arch my back, letting him fill me completely. And when my knees start to give, he lets me sink to the floor.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I turn, locking eyes with him as I stick out my tongue. He pushes his cock inside, driving deep until I gag. His hand massages my throat, guiding him farther as he straightens, fingers tangling in my hair.
Tears gather in my eyes and slide down my temples, but my mind is empty. And I want it to stay that way.
My tongue works along him, moving gently as he grows harder in my mouth. Then he thrusts deep in one final motion, filling my throat and making me swallow.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he pulls out.
He wipes my lips with his thumb, then presses it back against my mouth, watching as I lick it clean. His hand drops to my chin, lifting my face before he pulls me back to my feet.
“Where is he?” he asks as he pulls his pants up.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “And I don’t want to know.”
He presses his lips to my forehead. Then he pulls a hoodie from his body and pulls it over my head.
“Run,” he says. “Run as fast as you can.” He reaches past me and shuts off the water. “Then hide somewhere no one can find you.”
