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Now that his hands were free, Rich wasted no time claiming handfuls of me.
One of his hands came around my back, pulling me closer until my breasts were pressing against his chest, while the other immediately grappled my ass. I squeaked.
His hold was firm, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and with how short and loose my pajama bottoms were, he was fully gripping my bare skin. I was suddenly doubly aware of my lack of underwear.
There was practically nothing between my pussy and his searching hands.
The realization made me whine into his mouth, struggling to keep up with his tongue even as he marched me back further. My apartment wasn’t a sardine can, but it was a one-bedroom. It wasn’t difficult for him to guess where to take me.
Not that he needed to put me on a bed—at that point, I would have put my face down into the carpet and waved my ass at him like a white flag if it got him in me faster.
I won. I won, and starting tomorrow, my life would be changing because of my efforts. I kicked ass in that courtroom, and I did it while repressing the wild, animal part of myself that was now panting and whining for the gorgeous man currently gnawing at my shoulder. I’d held off long enough, and I deserved this reward.
I yelped feeling a sharp spear of pain flare up my neck, realizing that Rich had moved from mouthing at my skin to finally biting down.
I didn’t consider myself a masochist, but a little pain could really enhance my pleasure, and I had the animal thought that he was marking me. My cunt clenched dizzyingly hard on nothing.
The world twirled as Rich spun me to my front and pressed me against the wall of my home, just inches from the bedroom door, but I knew we weren’t going to make it in there. Rich was losing himself, and I jutted my hips out behind me to encourage it.
He panted against my neck. “You don’t need a bed, do you, my little rabbit?” he growled, digging his erection into my backside and pulling my hands tight behind me.My mouth fell open as my breathing picked up.
I could see Rich’s face out of the corner of my eye, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was still completely composed, but just one look at his feverish eyes pushed that thought right out of the realm of reality.
He wasn’t composed—he was just in control. It was obvious in the way his eyes sparkled with wickedness, how those pretty lips twitched with every squeak that passed my lips; I just knew he was ravenous for me.
My chest stuttered with the knowledge that no man had ever looked at me like that, and I’d never known how badly I needed one to do so. And seeing Rich’s smirk told me that he already knewexactlywhat I needed.
My earlier words came back to haunt me because he barely checked to see how wet I was before sinking two thick fingers into me.
It was ruthless, pushing a long groan out of me, so sudden. There was no warm-up, no extended foreplay, but then again, hadn’t we been dancing around each other since the minute we met? My body obviously thought so, because I was already wet enough for both fingers to split me open without pain. A little discomfort, maybe, but with my arms pinned to my lower back and my chest pressed to the cold wall, what was I going to do about it?
I loved the helplessness. I got high on the fear.
Rich chuckled darkly, and I groaned in appreciation. His entrance had been fat, but his probing was thorough; I felt like there wasn’t a single portion of my gummy walls that he didn’t press into, looking for every sensitive spot and coaxing out more and more wetness. My neglected clit throbbed.
“Awww, aren’t you just so cute, bunny?” he cooed, no doubt feeling me clench around his fingers at the praise. “So wet from so little. Good girl, because I’m not touching your clit until I’m buried in you balls-deep, and I don’t know where you keep your lube.” I moaned out loud.
The idea of that—of him so desperate to get inside me and so callous towards my own pleasure that he’d forgo any kind of preparation, just lube up and bend me over whether I was into it or not—got me so hot.
It was the guilty pleasure sort of thought, the sorts of things I’d imagine in the middle of the night when I needed a mind-shattering orgasm, and no one would ever need to know how I got there.
This was the closest to it that reality had ever gotten, and I wanted it so fucking bad. At the same token, though, fear tickled over every inch of my skin.
Richard Marino was dangerous, no matter how harmless he sometimes seemed, with his goofy grin and laissez-faire attitude, and I was utterly vulnerable. If he really decided to do something unspeakable to me, I would have no way to fight back.
It was a strange dichotomy, one I’d never really felt before. I could fake it, and play-act it, and imagine it, but in fantasy, I could control every element. Here, I could not, and that was genuinely terrifying. And yet, I was still pouring slick.
Slick enough that he could pull my shorts to the side with one thumb, bare my pussy to the air, and line himself up with my twitching hole. I gasped.
He was serious. He was really going to fuck me open like this, without foreplay or ceremony, and I was going to beg him for it. I subconsciously tilted my hips back, making the fat head of his cock slide against my slit for a split second before he realigned. I could feel he wasn’t wearing a condom.
And then he sunk into me, a slow but steady push that drove him deep into me. I felt split apart, the pressure was intense—a little too close to the edge of bad. But my mouth opened in a wordless, drawn-out grown, and I didn’t tell him to stop.
It felt like it took forever, but he hit the end of my canal and stopped. He wasn’t balls-deep. I shook against the wall and kept my eyes closed, hoping to pant through it, and he let me. I could feel the cool air chilling the sheen of sweat that had broken out along my back.
“Mmmn, fuck,” Richard moaned, leaning his head back with a look of bliss. “Fuck, yes. Love it like this, with your pussy so tight I can hardly move. Love the way it clenches on me and tries to adjust… You’re adjusting so well for me, bunny.” I shivered against the wall.
“Feel you up to my throat,” I gasped. Richard groaned, petting down my side.
