“You’re fucked up, you know that! The most fucked up man I’ve ever met and I’ve met some fucked up men.”
He barked out a laugh. “You think I give a shit what you think about me?” I let out a growl of frustration and he laughed. “Temper temper, Penny.”
“You’re a disgusting pig. You get off on hurting women, torturing them, kidnapping them. You have no self-control, no desire for anything good in your life. You just have this! This shit life where you get told what to do and you do it. You’re a lap dog,” I was ranting angrily, my words coming out like venom from a snake.
I glared up at him defiantly, wondering how our sweet moment had transformed into this brutal one. I refused to back down though, to him or anyone else. Because he was right, life was too short, and I should have been doing what I loved, not what someone told me to do. I just didn’t know how to go about it.
His black eyes, if possible, turned blacker, and because I was a glutton for punishment I smirked at him before letting out a little yip like a chihuahua. His eyes flared as rage filled him and his hands moved to the boxer shorts that I was wearing and he started to push them down my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I yelled suddenly panicked, wriggling underneath him.
He paid me no mind and continued to push away the material until I was naked to him. Pain or no pain, he gripped my wrists tight in his hands, pinning me to the bed as his mouth started to crawl down my body.
“Get off me!” I screamed, feeling him chuckle against my belly. “Get the fuck off me!”
He moved lower and I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he pushed up his mask and nipped at my inner thigh, causing me to cry out and spread my legs. He wasted no time in clamping his mouth over my pussy and lapping at me like I was a fountain and he was a dying man.
I continued to writhe underneath him, bucking my hips even as he sucked my clit and plundered my pussy with his tongue. My cheeks heated, my nipples hardened, and as I started to peak he suddenly stopped and looked up at me with hooded eyes that betrayed exactly how he was feeling in that moment. My chest heaved as I panted and looked down at him, my body electrified and over-sensitive.
“You think you know me? You think I’ve tortured you? You ain’t got a fuckin’ clue, Penny,” he grunted, his mouth dropping down and his tongue sliding along my opening before splitting me open.
One of his hands kept a firm grip of my small wrists together, holding them against the bed, while the other one moved over the curves of my body. He reached my thighs, pushing my legs wider apart so his mouth could latch on to me perfectly.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, my head dropping back against the pillow as his tongue fucked me. Every third lick he would suck my clit until I was practically screaming into the air.
I was so close.
So fucking close.
I hated him.
I wanted him to stop.
I wanted more.
I wanted all of him.
“Fuck!” I called, uncaring anymore. I wanted this, him. I wanted his mouth on me, his fingers rough against my skin. I wanted his cock, hard and eager, splitting me open and fucking me.
I.
Wanted.
This.
The realization was breathtaking and freeing as I climbed higher and higher, the peak justthereand I readied myself to freefall to the other side.
And then he was gone.
The bed moved as he climbed off, leaving me panting and desperate for him. For all of him. Again. I hated that I wanted him, but it was pointless to deny that I did.
“Where are you going?” I asked him breathlessly, not even trying to cover myself up. If I was a begging woman, I would have begged him to come and defile my body. To plunge his cock inside me and make me his. To stain me and make me as unclean as he was. So I kept my legs wide, my wet pussy on show for him in the hopes he’d come back and finish what he started, and more. “You can’t keep doing this to me!” I whined.
“You think I don’t have any self-control, that I’m just a little lap dog for some fucker in an ivory tower? You don’t know shit,” he drolled, like he hadn’t just devoured my cunt and then left me begging for more. “You’re going home today.”
And then he left on that bombshell.
I was going home.
