I run my hand down her stomach and feel her pussy through her thin, cotton panties. I slide my fingers down, feeling her slit and teasing her clit through the fabric. She squirms, moaning again. My fingers go farther. She’s absolutely soaked and her pussy is hot to the touch. I tug at her panties and rip them free. I’m about to undo my own pants when her hands reach out to do it for me. I kiss her harder, palming her tit again and bending to suck at her nipple. She stifles a moan.
Once my cock springs free, I lift her by the thighs so that her legs spread around me. I line myself up with her and use my hand to spread her slickness. Then I thrust, deep. I don’t wait. I don’t ease myself in so it doesn’t hurt. None of that pussy shit. I ram myself into her to the hilt—one swift movement. She cries out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I grip her around the waist while her shoulderblades press to the wall. I use her like a fuck toy, slamming myself into her over and over by pulling her hips to me.
6
Aubriella
My back scrapes against the rough wall and my ears fill with the sound of our bodies slapping together. My mind spins. I’ve never done this before—never done anything close to this. He’s a stranger. I don’t just fuck strangers. I don’t even fuck on the first or the second date for Christ’s sake. He pulls my thighs harder into himself and presses his cock so deep inside me that I gasp, clawing at the back of his neck.
“You like that?” he grunts, smirking at me.
All I can do is let out a soft moan into his ear. It feels good. So fucking good. Not just his cock or the way his stubble brushes against my shoulder and neck, but letting go for once. I spend so much time wound tight, ready to snap at the smallest thing, and now…
I bite my lip, digging my fingers into his broad back and pushing myself against him. He moves into me with animalistic speed and power. I’m overwhelmed by his strength and his hunger for me as he drives into me again and again, his beautiful face drawn with pleasure, full lips slightly parted. I shamelessly grind myself back against him, crying out like I don’t care who hears. It’s so not like me that I feel like I’m out of my body, stepping into someone else’s life.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growls.
His pace increases as he ruts into me, grunting with each thrust until I feel a rush of warmth in my core. I feel myself squeeze against him as a climax rocks through me, too. He still pumps himself into me as the aftershocks fade. I cling to him, fingers digging into his smooth skin. My legs are still wrapped around him and his cock is still pulsing within me. Once he lets me go and slides free from me, I suddenly feel wrong.
It’s like a spell has been broken. His warm cum runs down the inside of my thigh, seeping from my pussy.
Holy shit.
I’m a slut. A whore. An idiot. This guy is a fucking mobster or a criminal, and I just let him fuck me? Shit, I let him cum in me. I’m going to have to get a morning after pill on my way home…God. I knew I was fucked up, but I didn’t know it got this bad. Suddenly I can’t get my scattered clothes back on fast enough.
“I have to go,” I say, unable to meet his gaze. I hear his belt jingle as he pulls his pants back up.
“You think you can just walk out of here after what you saw?”
I’m surprised to feel hot tears running down my cheeks. They come without warning, and I wipe them away, almost as if I’m not sure where they came from. “I’m leaving. If you’re going to kill me, you had better hurry.”
“Wait,” he says. “There’s another option.”
He pauses, moving slowly toward the wall where he leans and crosses his arms. I make the mistake of meeting his dark gaze and feel a fresh wave of heat spread through my body. I know he’s wrong for me in every single bit of my brain, and it’s frustrating as hell that he makes me feel like this. How can my body and my mind be on such completely different wavelengths? I might scream in frustration if I wasn’t equally afraid that he was going to kill me.
Just stay calm, Aubriella. You can talk your way out of this. “What’s the alternative?”
“You come with me.”
Tendrils of panic threaten to take me over. There’s a charm to his face, but it’s only thinly masking the real threat of danger behind it. He wouldn’t really hurt me, right? What kind of man could have sex like that and then kill? The answer comes too easily. Only a man who lives on the fringes of what’s acceptable could fuck like that, exactly the kind of man who could kill.
I shake my head. “Not possible. I can’t just walk away from my life.”