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I can tell Quinton believes me, his anger simmering down a tiny bit, but the murderous gleam in his eyes remains. He seems unhinged, his arm shaking like he is trying not to punch the wall. He looks like he is barely holding on but trying to regain control. Then it dawns on me… control. That’s what he is craving, what he needs from me.
“Are you wearing any panties? I know you’re not wearing a fucking bra.” He grabs the strap of my dress and pulls it down, exposing my breasts to him.
“I couldn’t wear a bra in this dress, and yes, I am wearing panties.”
“Take them off,” he orders.
“Are you serious?”
“Very. Now take off your panties before I rip them to shreds.” Getting impatient, he starts pulling up my dress until it’s bundled around my hips. I pull off my panties, letting them slide down my legs so I can step out of them altogether.
While Quinton watches me, he takes off his tux jacket and hangs it over the stall door before he starts undoing his pants.
“Quinton, we can’t. People will know, and what if someone comes in?”
“The door is locked, and I don’t give a shit who knows what we’re doing.”
He frees his already hard cock and starts stroking it while I stand there with my dress bunched up around my stomach, my naked ass pressed against the stall.
Without warning, he lets go of his dick and grabs me by the hips, lifting me and pushing me against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me and hold my shoulders.”
I barely have time to follow his directions before he lines himself up with my entrance and impales me in one hard thrust. The air swishes out of my lungs, and a sting of pain follows as he gives me only a moment to adjust to his length before he starts fucking me. My nails dig into the fabric of his dress shirt, and I yearn for that connection, that chance to hurt him back.
“Your pussy is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to tease,” Quinton growls, nipping at my earlobe. Each thrust of his hips is punishing and straddles the line of pain, but there is a niggling of something more. Something warm moves through my core, and I’m growing wetter with each stroke.
Holding me in place with his body, he easily finds my hardened nipple, pinching the nub between two fingers, and a delicious zing of pleasure makes its way through my body.
“Pretend you don’t want me. In fact, pretend for both of us because now that I’ve had a taste of you, I don’t know if I can ever go back.”
His touch becomes rougher, and my thoughts become hazy as he moves inside me, using me as an outlet for his rage. I let my head fall back against the wall, and Quinton swoops in, his mouth on the pulse at my throat in an instant. His woodsy scent surrounds me, filling my lungs with every breath I take.
I never thought I would be the type to crave darkness, but something about him when he’s unhinged and owning me, knowing he holds all the power, excites me.
What is wrong with me?
“I should mark you. Put hickeys all over your neck so everyone knows that you’ve been claimed. What do you think?” His voice is smoke swirling around my head, seeping into my pores. I open my mouth to object, to ask him why he would do something like that, but before I can, his mouth is on my skin, and all that comes out is a moan.
My chest heaves, and that low rolling boil of pleasure in my gut moves outward. Quinton’s mouth is vicious, and he alternates between biting me and soothing the bites with his tongue. That, combined with his deep thrusts, sends me careening toward my climax.
“Shit. I can feel your muscles quivering. You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?” Quinton pulls away from my throat, his cheeks flush, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as my own.
“Yes,” I whimper, gripping him a little harder.
“Look at me. I want you to see who gave you that orgasm, who owns your body, and who controls every move you make.”
The fire in my belly explodes, and a warmth works through my limbs as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’ve made myself come many times before, but it’s never felt like this.
My orgasm sparks Quinton’s, and he rests his head in the crook of my neck, fucking me harder and faster than he had been before, chasing his release. I let him use me, let him take what he needs too. When he finally comes, it’s inside me again, and I make a mental note to remind myself to keep taking the pill. I refuse to get pregnant, especially with his baby.
