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“I know.” I push two fingers into her. She’s sore and swollen, and so tight, and she gasps through her teeth and goes up on her toes. “You’re scared of me, and you’re dripping all over my hand. Both. At the same time. What’s that say about you, baby?”

“I hate you.”

“You can hate me.”

I curl my fingers inside her. Her hips jerk. She bites her lip so hard it goes pale at the edges, and I watch her try not to make a sound. She fails. A little whimper slips out of her, and her face crumples, and she turns her head away from me against the door.

I’m hard enough to break the door down.

I pull my fingers out of her. Hold them up between our faces so she can see them glisten. Then I put them in my mouth and suck them clean.

She watches me do it. Her chest heaving. Her eyes huge.

I shove my sweats down.

“Sasha…” She twists her wrists in my grip. “Sasha, wait, I’m sore, I’m…”

“I know.”

“I don’t… No…”

I hook my hand under her thigh and lift it up around my hip. She’s heavy, and I love it, all that thick soft leg in my palm. Her pussy spreads open against me, and I drag my cock through her slowly, coating myself in her, letting her feel how hard I am, how big, how ready. The head bumps her clit and she shudders. Her heel digs into the back of my thigh.

Pulling me in.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She looks at me. Her eyes are wet and furious and so fucking dark.

I push in.

She’s tighter than last night. Swollen. Sore. Her pussy fights the head of my cock, clamping, burning hot, and I feel it squeeze me so hard my jaw locks. I push through it, slow, and she cries out and slams her head back against the door. I keep going. I feel every inch of her give around me, her slick soft walls stretching and gripping and pulsing, sucking me deeper even while she shakes her head no, no, no against the wood. It goes up my spine like a live wire.

I bottom out. She’s shaking all over. I can feel her heart pounding through her tits on my chest.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you,” I tell her, low, against her mouth. “And then you’re gonna go to class. And you’re gonna sit there all day with me inside you, and you’re gonna know. You’re not getting away from this, Dylan. You’re not getting away from me.”

She sobs once. And then she bites me. Right on the lip. Hard enough to taste blood.

I laugh. I can’t help it.

And I start to fuck her.

I fuck her against that door like I’ve wanted to since she opened her eyes. Deep and hard, pinning her wrists, holding her leg up around my hip, slamming into her so the door rattles in its frame. She’s fighting me. Her free leg kicks. Her body twists. She’s calling me an asshole, a psycho, a fucking crazy-ass Russian. And her pussy’s getting tighter and wetter with every word, squeezing me so hard I have to grit my teeth. My balls are slapping her. My thighs are burning. The heat’s climbing up my back.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Fight me. Keep fighting.”

“I hate you…”

“You’re gonna come on my cock while you hate me.”

“No…”

I let go of her wrists to grab her ass with both hands and lift her clean off the floor. She grabs my shoulders on instinct. Her legs lock around my waist. I slam her back into the door and keep going, and now she’s not pushing me away anymore. She’s holding on. Her nails dig into my back. Her face is buried in my neck. And she’s making these noises, sobbing, gasping, broken noises, right against my ear, and every one of them goes straight to my balls.

“Come on,” I tell her. “Give it to me. Give me what’s mine.”

She comes screaming into my shoulder. Her whole body goes rigid and her pussy locks down around me in hard, wild pulses, and she shakes against me so hard I have to brace one hand on the door to keep us up. She’s crying. She’s coming. She’s clawing my back to ribbons.