“He wanted to fuck me outside. I could see it in his eyes. And for a moment, when we passed the joint back and forth?—”
He grabs my face and forces me to look at him again.
There is murder in his eyes.
I live for this. I want him to feel how I felt, watching Maude get close to him. First at Emporium, then here.
“Youwhat?”
“We shared a joint,” I whisper, my heart thudding so fast inside my chest I think it might burst as I stare up at my monster. “His saliva over mine, mine over his, his gaze on?—”
He slaps me again.
It steals my breath.
I am in heaven. I might never come down from this high. He asked if I had been hit before. He never told me it would feel this good.
Before I can recover, he reaches down and pushes two gloved fingers into my cunt.
A shallow moan leaves my lips as I look up at him, my face smarting, my eyes wide as he curls his fingers inside me, and I think I am seeing God.
His other hand curves around my throat.
He looms over me as he finger fucks me, rough, deep, twisting and curling.
Then he spits into my open mouth, and we watch it drip to my lips.
On my tongue.
The moment before he uses his fingers inside my cunt to lift my lower half, pushing me onto my back.
I swallow the saliva in my mouth, moaning at the taste of him. He pushes my knee back by my ear, giving him better access to my pussy, right there in between us. I lift my other knee too, grasping just underneath both, spreading myself wide for him.
Then he spits on my cunt and he stares as he fingers me, my tits jolting, my entire body sore.
All for him.
Everything is.
I am only his name.
Sullen Rule.
He could carve it into my body. On my forehead. I am only ever going to be his.
“Fuck,” he groans, using his other hand to lift up my outer labia, staring at the shiny, slick pink of me, and my swollen clit, his salivathere,all over me. Marking me as something he owns. “You are so perfect,” he whispers.
“Cosmo has seen this cunt,” I say, wanting his cock inside me. “Cosmo has fucked me here.”
Sullen pulls his fingers from me and slaps my pussy.
Once.
Twice.
Hard.
“I want your fucking legs behind your head.” He snarls the words and I want to refuse him only because I’m not sure I can do that, but he is dragging his gloved hand—the one wet withme—over his erection, on the outside of his pants, and if there is a chance he will fuck me, just one, I will contort myself into whatever shape he wants.
