“You think I am pleasant?” He gasped; I could feel his breath fan across my neck. He placed a knee between my legs, moving it to the side while lifting my leg.
“You are anything but.” I squirmed.
“Such flattery makes me want to be generous.” He hiked up my dress and took off his glove.
“What are you—” He shoved the glove into my mouth, enclosing it by clamping his hand over it.
I gripped his wrist, attempting to pull his hand from my mouth, my protests muffled.
“Hush, now.” He grinned. “Bite down on it if you have to. You don’t want passersbyto hear, do you?”
My eyes widened as his hand disappeared under the wool of my skirt. My leg was lifted as he hooked it around the outside of his thigh.
Two of his fingers stroked between my legs, spreading and teasing the wetness that formed.
I flinched at his touch. His hand was the only thing keeping the chill out from under my skirt, aside from the two layers of wool stockings.
His mouth was on my neck, sucking as he cupped my pussy in his hand. One, then two fingers pushed inside.
A muffled, pathetic squeak rose from my throat. My eyes darted, hoping our position was enough to shield me from any possible wandering eyes.
“Behaving so well for me, aren’t you?” he purred in my ear, his fingers sliding in and out. While his demeanor was cool, he was absolutely savoring any reaction he could get out of me.
I clenched my eyes shut as the heat rose to my face, denying him the pleasure of seeing any emotions.
His fingers curled inside me, smoothing along the front of my vaginal wall before pressing against it in a gentle pulse.
I groaned and tightened my grip on his wrist, as well as myothergrip on his fingers. My abdomen tensed, resisting against his movements as my nerves made me shake.
“You feel so good wrapped around my fingers like that,” he whispered. “It brings back fond memories.”
My head slumped back against the wall, looking up at him as he loomed over me, moving his fingers faster inside me.
I whined, sinking against the wall as my only supporting leg was becoming tired.
“Endure it.” He spoke low, slowly inserting a third finger.
To my embarrassment, I moaned under his hand. My body adjusted embarrassingly fast, accepting more of him without consulting the brain before the womb.
I shook my head, tossing it under his grip. My hands flew to his chest, shoving.
He pinched my cheeks between his fingers, pulling me back.
“No, I want to see you when you let go.” His wicked expression made that knot tighter. The heat kept rising, threatening to allow me to feel pleasure from a wicked, vile thing like him.
With the pace he was going, it was not long before I practically melted into his hand. My knee finally buckled, and I slid down slightly against the wall. I would be on the gravel if he weren’t holding me up.
My eyes squeezed shut instantly before opening again, looking up at his blond figure. The overcast had cleared, and the sun illuminated him like some prophetic figure, but I knew the devil came with many beautiful faces by now.
As I was grappling with my nerves, he removed his hand and took the glove from my mouth.
I coughed at the lingering taste of leather, inhaling for air.
His eyes fixated on my lips, his proximity stifling, suffocating more than the glove. Every breath barely escaped my lips before brushing on his. He leaned close, the brick wall behind me pressing hard on my back.
“There it is.” His lips were so close to mine, I could feel every word he whispered against my skin. “That face you make. Do you make it when you play with yourself?”
I bit down on his lip till it bled, but it did not stop him from hooking his fingers sharply inside me.
