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“Poor baby. You were so sad, weren’t you?” He moved his finger in and out of me deliberately, caressing my clit. “You didn’t want to let on to your friend. But I knew. And your boyfriend never got you off.” He shook his head. “In here, you’ll get what you need.”
My knees buckled under me. My pussy convulsed around…more. More fingers were entering me, and his hands were so big that it was uncomfortable.
“Oooohhh…” I grabbed his arm, feeling full and off-balance. “Patrick…”
God, I’d said his name for the first time — no,moanedit, and this time, his smile reached his eyes.
“Does that hurt?” His voice was soft.
“A little.”
“Oh.” He stared at me, his thumb flick-flick-flicking on my clit. “Are you into that? Do you like it when it hurts a little?”
Jesus. That wasn’t who I was, how I thought of myself. But I was spasming on cold stone, and I wanted more of what he was giving me.
“Yes,” I gritted, helplessly honest. I moaned again at the burst of sharpness and the immediate juicy clutch of my pussy. My head drooped against his bulky shoulder, cold and carved through his shirt. I wanted to mark that marblesurface with my teeth. “Now you tell me the truth. Did it turn you on to see me cry?”
“I always tell the truth.” Kisses dotted on my neck like snowflakes, his lips too light and caressing for the way his fingers were invading me. His heavy cock twitched against my side. I felt the hunger in his body, enormous and raging, and the restraint, and I didn’t know which scared me more. I wanted both. “Of course it turned me on. I wanted to fuck you right there. On the bench. In public. Embarrassed and helpless and naked. Pinned under me and so very aroused. Needing me to get you out of this mess.”
“You’re a twisted fuck,” I whispered.
“And you’re about to come,” he whispered back. He was rubbing my clit faster. Thrusting into my core harder. Penetrating me, sending sparks of discomfort and desire through my cunt as it clung to his fingers. “Let it out.” His voice was hypnotic. “You don’t like me. You’re so ashamed that you have a stranger’s fingers in your pussy. You’re embarrassed that I’m hurting you and you love it. You’re humiliated that you’re going to spread your legs for me on my bed and let me put my dick inside you. You hate that you need the money, that you want this, and that I turn you on like no one else.”
“Is that so?” I glared at him.
“Say it,” he whispered. Lips grazed mine in a kiss. “Tell me everything, baby. Tell me how you feel about me.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I groaned. Thickness probed my pussy deeper. His thumb was relentless on my clit. “You’re— you’re a cold bastard. I barely know you. I don’t want to know you. I — Oh God!” I shrieked.
An orgasm ripped through me. My pussy rippled around his fingers, cold and enormous. I gasped while spasm after spasm wracked my body. The sweet shocks didn’t end. Those fingers curled inside me and I sobbed, clutching his arms.
“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Keep coming.”
“Please,”I pleaded. “I don’t know how to come this much.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” His voice was a caress now. His fingers never stopped moving. “Whose fault was it that you never got off, yours or your boyfriend’s? Did you always stop him too soon because you were scared of coming? I bet you did. Look how crazy you’re getting. You were afraid of him seeing you like this. You’re a mess of juices. The greediest little pussy I’ve ever met.”
“I hate you,” I sobbed.
“Mmmm, yeah. That’s it. I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
Relentlessly, he worked my clit, setting off another painfully pleasurable orgasm. God, two in a row — this had never happened. Not to me. I tried to buck and squirm against him, but he had me anchored between him and the wall so I could barely move.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let it hurt and feel good. I’m not going to stop until I think you’ve had enough. And right now, enough is a long —” his thrust was hard, but measured — “long —” he thrust again — “LONG way off. How long were you with your boyfriend? A few months?”
“Jesus,” I ground out. “Stop talking. You talk too much. And you said I was talkative.”
He nuzzled my throat and eased his fingers out of my clinging cunt. When he wiped them on my thighs, I growled.
“Good point, Christina.” Swiftly, he unzipped my parka and pushed it off my shoulders. “That doesn’t mean I want you to stop.” Hands grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. “I think you’re going to be saying a lot tonight.” He was already unhooking my white lace bra, moving so quickly it made my head spin. He still loomed over me, keeping me against the wall, his leg between mine. “You’ve just gotten started.”
A thread of fear and excitement shot through my stomach. “What the hell does that mean?”
“You’ll see.”
I gasped when he picked me up, my leggings still around my knees, and tossed me on his bed. Taking my calves in his hands, he unzipped my high-heeled boots and dropped them on the floor. My leggings and panties followed, peeled off together in one long pull.
Stripped bare in seconds. I’d never felt so vulnerable as I did now, lying on Patrick’s bed.
