“Scared enough that if you let me go, I’m going to scream.”
“You’re going to scream either way, Rebel.”
He unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down to my knees before he pushed me forward. My forehead was nearly against the dresser mirror now, and I watched in it as he ran his hands down over my hips.
“Did you enjoy your game on the bike?”
“What game?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as I could.
He laughed, the deep rumble making me freeze. A scream came from inside the house, the wind whistling through one of the broken windows, adding to the eeriness and making me shiver.
He dropped to his knees behind me. “Did you like trying to fuck with me on the bike, Rebel? Or were you just disappointed that we didn’t stoptofuck on the bike?”
“Yes,” I said, nearly holding my breath as his fingers trailed down my hips.
“Yes, to which?”
“Both.”
He groaned and hooked a finger under the band of my underwear, pulling them down and taking my jeans with them to my ankles. He unzipped the jacket, pulling it off and pushing my shirt up.
The cold air rushed over my breasts, making me gasp.
“Bend over,” he said. I did, bending over the dresser as he forced my legs wider.
I gasped as his head buried between my legs. His tongue moved along me, his fingers digging into my ass to spread me open more. Each swipe of his tongue made me want another.
He pushed me forward further, holding me against the dresser. My heart pounded in my chest as my back arched. He continued, but I wanted more than just his mouth. He gently sucked and licked along me again before he pulled back.
“Are you ready for me now, Rebel?” he asked, his voice deep with lust.
“Yes,” I nearly whimpered, feeling his warm breath on my lower back. He stood back up, his fingers trailing up my thigh and between my legs. I moaned as fingertips brushed over my sensitive clit, making me tighten. “I need it, Rook. Please.”
He laughed, but I heard the zipper on his jeans. “I like you begging. Do you finally like being my pretty little slut?”
“Only if you give me some sort of relief and not just tease me.”
I could feel his cock press against me now. He slid it back and forth through my wetness, teasing me more.
“I want to hear it before I give you anything else.”
“Hear what?”
“Hear every detail about how you like being mine. How you like to be used and filled as my pretty slut.”
“I like it. I like you making me get off on your bike, and you. I like getting on my knees for you.” My breathing was ragged now, my heart pounding as I met his eyes in the mirror. The wild look in his gaze made me continue. “I like being naked and spread over this thing, knowing I will be filled and stretched until I want to cry.”
He pressed forward, the tip of him sliding into me, and I arched, wanting more. He grabbed my hips, keeping control as he went deeper.
My fingers dug into the wood, my body tightening as he slowly filled me. The sting of his size made my eyes squeeze shut.
“Your perfect pussy is stretched, baby. It’s taking me so good.” He kept going, and I wiggled as he went a little deeper than I planned for. “You’re so fucking tight. Does it hurt, Rebel?”
I nodded, trying to breathe as he continued. My head fell against the dresser. Somehow, the pain felt good. The sting of me wrapping around him as I tightened in need made me wetter.
He pulled out, pushing into me faster once. “I want it to sting, baby. I want you to suffer for me. I want you to remember me buried in you with every step you take tomorrow.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Give me that.”
