He stopped me though, pulling back and twisting me around so my ass was against his dick. I groaned when his fingers slipped into my pockets.
“How do you always have these?” he growled into my ear.
“I get them sewn in,” I whispered as he abused the pockets and twisted and stretched them to press into my pubic bone.
With a moan as he wiggled his fingers, I found that he was rubbing over the top of my pussy.
“Tell me you want me.”
Grinding back into him, his cock hard and thick against my butt, I snapped, “You know I do.”
His fingers dug into the pockets again, dragging the waist around some more. As the thick pad of fabric moved between my labia, I yelped at the solid presence.
“Tell me you want only me,” he rumbled in my ear.
His arrogance pricked my lust-filled bubble, but because I did only want him, and even more, I wanted that cock of his inside me, I breathed, “Only you.”
He soothed the area with gentle pressure. “I can get behind that.”
“Why, thank you, oh, exalted ruler,” I groused under my breath, arching onto tiptoe so he could get a better angle on my clit.
“You’re welcome,” he teased, his mouth settling in the crease between throat and neck, his mood experiencing an uptick now he’d heard what he wanted to hear. Now I’d admitted what I’d admitted.
As he fluttered his tongue there, trailing it along to my ear, I shuddered.
A shudder that merely deepened when he found my earlobe and tested its resilience with his teeth.
He licked it, then blew a breath on it. As a shiver rushed through me, he whispered, “You need my dick, baby girl?”
I groaned. “I do.”
“Pull up your skirt,” he ordered, removing his hands from my pockets.
I made sure to give him extra wriggle against his dick as I obeyed, and hissed when he asked, “Show me how wet you are.”
Slipping my fingers between my legs, I dipped beneath my panties then raised them to his mouth.
When he sucked on them, tongue flickering around each digit until they were beyond clean, I released a breathless mewl.
“You’re my personal crack, Rachel,” he whispered. “Do you know that?”
I groaned. “I do.”
“Give me some more.”
Shuddering, I did as he asked, rubbing my clit to tease myself then inching down the slippery folds to the source of his personal addiction.
No matter who he fucked, no matter how often, I knew he’d always be mine first. That made me even hotter.
Thrusting two fingers inside me, I arched back against him, loving his whispery breaths that collided with the sensitive skin of my throat and that sent tingles fluttering down my nerve endings.
I reached up, hooked one arm behind his neck, and tormented myself and him some more before he snarled, “Enough, Rach. Give me a taste.”
Cheeks burning, I rubbed my clit on the way up then raised my fingers to his mouth again. He clasped me there, holding me in place, not letting me retreat.
As he sucked them in deep, slurping on them, my juices trickling down the digits and him chasing them, I moaned as his other hand went to my chest, dragging the blouse I wore down so that my bra sat on the neckline.
When he was done, he moved between us, and after I heard his zipper, I felt my panties being shoved aside and his dick was there, resting on the canopy they made as he tunneled against me.
“Do you know how fucking hot you are, Rach? My beautiful girl. So fucking beautiful,” he crooned, his endless litany of praise something that I shouldn’t need but did.
As his dick found my slit, he angled my hips just so until he could get the tip in. I groaned, the back of my head burrowing against his shoulder as I raised my other arm and hooked both around his nape.
His hands dragged down the cups of my bra and they squeezed and caressed my breasts as he encouraged me to find the angle we needed.
When he found his way inside me, his branding heat so thick that I almost choked on it, slowly, he started to thrust.
Muscles juddering, I started to rock back into him.
Staying still wasn’t something I could do.
Not moving wasn’t possible.
This itch in my skin, the nerves that were unabating, demanded I fight fire with fire.
When one hand dropped to my panties, I wasn’t surprised when he slipped them down the front and found my clit.
As he teased me there, him slowly thrusting, me writhing and wriggling, he crooned, “Your cunt is perfect, baby girl. So fucking perfect. Made for my cock. All mine. Just mine. Always fucking mine. So tight and slick and always so goddamn wet for me.”
I whimpered, the words and his tone guiding me through the darkness, not letting me forget who this was.
I shuddered as he tweaked my clit, and as my pussy clamped down, a chuckle escaped him, dark and hungry.
“Oh, baby girl, so fucking perfect. Why you gotta be so perfect? Miss this pussy so fucking much. So goddamn much.”
I groaned as those drenched fingers tormented me the only way he could as he rasped, “Cover your mouth. Keep those moans in or we’ll get caught.”
The laughter in his voice told me he didn’t care, but he knew I would.
Electricity shot down my spine as he started to pound into me, and I tumbled forward, grateful for the tight confines of the closet. Pressing one hand to my mouth, the other I placed on the wall to stabilize us both.
As he fucked me, harder and faster, the slapping noises worked against me and his voice, that sinner’s voice, muttered, “Need to feel you come, baby. Want that cunt clamping down on me some more. Your pleasure’s mine, always was, always will be. Give it to me, Rach. Give me that fucking O. Need it as much as you—”
The shriek was barely shielded by my hand as I finally hit the peak I’d been needing since the last time he’d gotten me off.
As the pleasure cascaded through me, he didn’t stop. He continued, dragging me up again, higher, higher. Endlessly pounding into me, his fingers taunting my clit still, one hand pushing down against the front of my pubis.
Eyes clenching, I bowed my head, just wishing I could see him better in the murky light, but that worked against me too.
“One more, Rach, one more, baby girl. Gimme what I want. Gimme what I want,” he growled, his breath hot and heavy against my nape.
I obeyed again—what choice did I have?
As I crested another wave of pleasure, his snarl came loud and clear, but his praise upped a notch.
“Mine, Rachel. Mine. This pussy is mine. You are mine. Always fucking mine.”
I cried out as the words sank into my bones, but when he pulled out, I released a soft sob, and then, I felt him.
He jacked off, his cum drenching my pussy lips, the fingers that had been tweaking my clit were suddenly out of my panties and were pressing the fabric against me.
“So you’ll remember later who this cunt belongs to.”
He breathed the words into my ear, but there’d never been any doubt about that.
I’d always belonged to him.
Life just didn’t work out sometimes, and we were but two casualties in the war that was existing.
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