no control over it.
Even with the rain, the public place, and the fact that Aunt can peek from the kitchen balcony any second, I can’t stop.
Hell, it’s making me hotter. So hot that the rain nearly evaporates on my skin.
He’s possessing me and transforming me into this foreign, scary version.
“You won’t let any other man touch you. Is that clear?”
I’m too consumed by his devilish fingers to pay attention to his words.
Something brutal and destructive builds at the bottom of my stomach, clashing and smashing with his rhythm.
I can feel that wave. It’s just within reach. I’ve brought myself to orgasm before, but I always held back last minute, afraid of the intensity it brings.
Now, I can’t stop it even if I want to.
You like your will taken, don’t you?
His words draw a fierce sensation in my inner walls.
God. What’s wrong with me?
“Say yes,” he orders, flicking my clit.
The moan escapes from between my lips no matter how much I try to confine it.
He tightens his grip on my neck. “Say yes or I’ll stop.”
His rhythm drops in intensity as if proving a point.
I whimper, eyes bulging.
No. He can’t stop. Not this time, too. I’m there. Almost there.
“I… I…”
“Fucking say it.” He pumps harder into me, causing stars to form behind my lids.
“Yes!” I scream as the sharp power hits me.
I open my mouth to say something, but it remains in an ‘O’ and no words come out.
He stole my ability to speak
To breathe.
To think.
The fierce wave doesn’t let me go. Not really. Not even when he removes his fingers from inside me.
He stuffs his fingers — that still glisten of me — at my mouth.
“Open.”
I shake my head, parting my lips to protest, but he uses the chance to stuff both his fingers in my mouth.
“Do you taste yourself on me, sweetheart, hmm?” He gets past my lips and strokes his fingers on my tongue.