I slap a hand over my mouth because the sounds I’m making are obscene, humiliating.
“No.” He grabs my wrist, pins it beside my head. His fingers lace through mine. “I need to hear you. I’ve been hearing you in my head every night. Your voice, begging for my cock. Now say my name.”
I can’t hold it in… I’m coming, almost there.
“Kilian!” The sound claws out, my hips bucking to match his rhythm.
“Louder. I want everyone on this mountain to know who’s fucking you.”
“Kilian!” I’m wrecked. I’m gone. I’m completely gone.
He accelerates, the pace turning savage. Rain pounds harder, streaming over his face, sluicing off his jaw and chest.
“Give it to me. Soak my cock. I want to feel you lose control.”
My legs tremble, muscles burning. A muffled scream rips from me when he grinds against my clit. “D-don’t stop. Please, don’t… don’t stop.”
My hands flail, clawing at mud and empty air, legs thrashing with no anchor. I’m falling, blind and screaming, white noise swallowing everything.
A pulse. Everywhere.
Behind my eyes, in my throat, between my legs. I can’t hear anything except the roar in my ears.
I scream again.
This time I hear it…
… the sound.
Thick, slick, a squelching rhythm of in and out. And the smell. Salty and musky and sharp.
My eyes fly open, body shaking all over. I can’t even breathe right. Kilian’s eyebrows are all scrunched up, his mouth hanging open, every muscle in his neck bulging. He’s still moving, stillpounding my over-sensitive pussy. The sound is us.The smell is my own body’s flood, drenching his cock.
“I’m coming-fuck, you’re mine.” His voice is guttural, broken, raw. “Mine to fuck. Mine-to fill. I will pump you-full of-my-cum-you’re dripping-for days-everyone-will-smell-me on you.”
He rams in, burying himself to the hilt. Locks tight. His coarse pubic hair grates my swollen clit, a stinging burn that makes me wince. Before I can adjust, he’s already grinding more, crushing us into one.
His head tips back, face exposed to the rain, and unloads with a raw, beastly growl. Hot. Pulsing. Flooding me in thick, searing waves, spurt after spurt. My pussy grips tight on pure reflex, milking him, pulling every drop deeper.
His fingers loosen on my hips.
Kilian’s breathing is wrecked. He hovers above me, looking down, eyes darkened to slate. I’m flat on my back. Mud under my fingernails. Throat on fire from screaming. Lips swollen and tender from his mouth. My pussy is sore, still choking his cock… still leaking his cum.
The rain keeps falling, and neither of us moves.
10
Thea
THE PLAYGROUND IS chaos. Kids are running in every direction, kicking a ball, yelling their heads off… while I’m standing by the Admin building door, arms full of notebooks, watching it all unfold.
I can’t believe my two-month term is almost up. I’ll miss this place. I’ll miss these kids.
A shriek cuts through the noise, and my head snaps toward the far end of the playground, near the monkey bars.
A boy is on the ground, flat on his back, and standing over him is Sara.
I almost drop every notebook in my hands. I cross the playground at a sprint, and by the time I reach them, a small crowd of kids has already formed a ring around the two.
