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He was as turned on as I was. I bit harder and his fingers shoved deeper into my pussy, fucking me faster.
“Such a soft, sweet little cunt. The perfect place for my fingers.”
His touch was forceful. The pressure and the flash of pain were too delicious, too intense. I whimpered, not because it didn’t feel good enough, but because it felt too good.
“You’re still scared, Christina.” He caressed my clit. I spasmed around the thick fingers inside me. “I can feel it in your pussy.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” I hissed, face burning in the dark. “Why do you get off on this?”
“Doesn’t seem likeI’mthe one getting off on this.” He curled his fingers inside me, and I cried out. “Listen to you,” he said softly. “You’re a shaking mess of excitement. You’re about to learn who you belong to.”
I came. Oh Jesus, I came so hard. For that minute, I let myself be his and it knocked me down.
As I panted for breath, he eased his fingers out of me. When they pushed against my lips, I sucked them in so ferociously, he gasped. It was the briefest intake, nothing like the noises he got out of me, but it was there.
I’d made Patrick gasp.
ME belong to YOU?I thought.Please, Patrick. Now you’re the one pretending.
I pulled away from his fingers and dove down the bed. I couldn’t see a thing, but after three weeks with Patrick, my hands were guides, traveling over the ripples of his abs to grasp the hot cock jutting out. I took him in my mouth before he could say a word.
“Fuck.”His voice was thick was lust. “Suck me, girl.”
He’d never ordered me to give him a blowjob. Not once, in all the times I’d come to him. I swirled my tongue over his flesh, the hard ridges and silky skin my only map in the blackness. His balls were so soft, plump and heavy in my hand.
“You hot little bitch,” he whispered roughly. I moaned around his cock. His fingers tangled in my hair. “You really know how to do this. I chose right when I chose you. What a good little whore you are.”
My face burned. I sucked his broad head, lapping up the trickle that met my tongue. His cock filled my hand, warm and inviting.
I’d always treated blow jobs like an advantage, a token to win a boy’s regard. I’d give myself a pep talk while my jaw ached:I am so fucking awesome. He’s going to lose it any minute.I’d gauge his reaction, putting on a show.
In the dark, with Patrick, none of that mattered. All I knew was my lips around his shaft, the constant swirl of my tongue, the shadowy thrill of taking him deeper. The musky scent of his crotch, earthy and excited, against the cold backdrop of his body. His sharp breaths, closer together, bordering on losing control.
“Enough.” He yanked a handful of hair. I sucked harder, ignoring him. “Stop or you’ll really be punished.”
I pulled off of him, panting. Hands grasped my shoulders, sliding down my breasts, pulling me up by my waist, pushing me onto my back. My thighs shook as he spread them. I cried out when the tip of his cock lodged in my pussy. He sank inside in one long stroke, burying himself in my wetness.
He was huge. It hurt. It felt incredible, the keenest knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. I quivered around him, sensitive to every twitch of his dick, and he wasn’t even moving yet.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I moaned. Sweet Jesus, I didn’t even hesitate.
He flexed his hips, opening me with controlled thrusts. Pleas spilled out, overlapping with gasps and sighs. I was close to sobbing, the way I had the first time. Fingers covered my throat, cradling my jaw, and a thumb pushed between my lips. I sucked it feverishly, desperately — gratefully. I was losing my fucking mind. When a warm tear slipped down my cheek and splashed against his hand, he cursed, the words so crude and profane that my pussy tugged him deeper.
“Now.” His voice was ice. “Are you going to dance with drunken idiots who want to touch your sexy tits and feel your tight pussy and put their dicks inside you? Guys who are never going to give you what you need?”
I locked my legs around his unyielding waist. “No,” I breathed.
“Are you going to let anyone else put a hand on you while you’re mine?”
“No-o-o,” I panted.
“Say it. Say, I belong to you, Patrick.”
His strokes were juicy and deep now, hitting the back of my pussy. I teetered on the edge of a blinding plunge of pleasure.
“Why— do you want that?” I gasped. “You just want sex. No strings. I — oh God.”
