Page 89 of Tormented
I lean in and run my tongue along her throat exactly how I’ve been longing to. Even reward her with another two thrusts of my thick fingers in her greedy pussy. “How do I make you feel?”
“Oh my God, so good.”
“Not now,” I say, pulling my hand out of her and licking my digits clean. “Before this. When you wanted me, lusted after me. Was I your dirty little secret when you were alone at night?”
She holds my gaze; her brown eyes an intense chestnut as she nods. “Yeah.”
“Tell me what you did to make the ache go away, girl. Tell me how this went in your pretty little head.”
“I . . . oh God . . . .”
She sags against the wall as I reach behind her and grip one of her butt cheeks, tipping her hips toward me with my hold. Better. Her swollen hood, the pink flesh below; it’s all on such good display now. Sight for sore eyes.
“Tell me, or I stop this and walk away.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Done it before, haven’t I?”
She sighs, placing a hand tentatively on my shoulder and tracing the swell of the arm holding her against me. “Rough. It was rough when I thought about it.”
“How so?”
“You did this.” She lifts my hand and places it against her neck.
Is she for real? This has to be some cruel game, some sick twist of fate. I swallow hard and force out the next question. “What else?”
“You would fuck me so hard I had bruises on my thighs.”
My dick weeps at the thought. “And?” She’s holding something back—it’s there in her eyes. She keeps looking away, as though shy.
“We had toys.”
I think I’m officially in love. Half expecting some fucker to bust down the door and gun her down right here before me, as well. She’s too good to be true, too good to keep.
I swap hands, moving the left one from her butt to her throat, and using my right that had been around her neck to rub her clit. She grinds against me, bottom lip between her teeth as she begs me with her heated gaze to do it, to make her fantasy real.
“What kind of toy was it?” I’ll ride across the whole fucking town until I find an all-night adult store if I have to.
“A plug.”
“Jesus, woman.” I drop my forehead to hers, fingers still plying her pussy for honey.
“Sawyer?”
“Yeah, Abbey-girl?”
“Just fuck me hard before I change my mind.”
As you wish. She cries out as I take hold of her backside and lift her onto my hips while placing us against the side wall so her head doesn’t hit that fucking shower rose. Could think of another rose I’d like to play with. Maybe next time . . . if she’ll let me have another go in her playground, that is. God, I hope so.
Abbey’s hands lie flat against my back, her arms looped over my shoulders and her chest pressed against mine. Shuffling my hold on her, I reach down and align my dick with her hungry fucking pussy. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, her ankles locked.
“Am I okay to go bare?”
She nods, biting that fucking lip again.
Jesus, she’s tight. I sink to the hilt; tingles break out in my lower back as the tip of my cock bottoms out. She’s tiny compared to me, so it’s no surprise I’ve literally stuffed the girl full.