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When she makes a mewling sound in my ear, I’m hard again and don’t give a fuck about the game she is playing. My body craves being inside her more than my next fight.

She moves to push my pants down again, and I still as she cradles herself into me. Something is off with her. The feel of her near me, the smell of her perfume, and the fact that I didn’t finish the way I wanted have me ready to be balls deep inside her heat once again. The hot and cold just to get hot again game is one many newbies find themselves unintentionally playing. She needs to calm down. I’ll give her what she craves without pushing her beyond her limits.

“I know this isn’t your thing,” I whisper, thinking she needs encouragement. “You’re a good girl who made me lose control. I have to have you right here, right now, in front of everyone.” It’s the truth. She’s got some sort of black magic that has me out of my zone.

She looks around me nervously. “It is my thing. I can do better.” She rolls up on her toes to kiss me.

I growl against her lips, “No, it’s not. Don’t lie to me. I don’t judge you. I don’t look down on you. This thing, even if it’s just tonight, is open and honest. You and I don’t lie to each other—not fucking ever—you understand?”

She nods her head with her eyes still scanning the area around us.

Anger fills me that she is thinking of someone else right now.

I press my body to hers, keeping her hidden in our corner. “You think any of these fuckers could make you come like I did?” I reach up, running my hand down her long, slender throat. Squeezing without cutting off her air, I lean in and whisper, “Do you think any of them could read you like me? Do you think any of them would be able to tell that you’re not into the hardcore shit and not push you beyond your limits?”

I can feel her pulse pounding as her heart rate goes up. She blinks rapidly as I loosen my grip before rubbing my calloused fingers over the sensitive skin behind her ears then all the way down to her shoulders.

“I can promise you this, pet.” I lace the word with the implied threat of violence. “My hands may be rough, but they will never be harsh. I can damn sure guarantee that any one of these motherfuckers would prefer to tie you up and flog your sweet, little ass until your skin is on the verge of splitting.” I caress her neck. “I don’t want to make you bleed, angel. I just want to make sure I leave you bruised and maybe a little battered inside so that tomorrow you remember it was my cock inside you. I want you to remember never to walk into a place like this without the man who not only owns your pussy, but will protect the lines you aren’t ready to cross. You don’t belong in a place like—”

“Yes, I do,” she says, trying to sound strong.

“The fuck you do,” I say, gripping her throat a little more tightly. “The only place you belong is under a man like me.”

Confliction and confusion dance in her crystal-blue eyes. “Like you?” she asks as her pulse quickens.

“Only me,” I say, loosening my grip before bending down and taking her mouth as I lift her up.

She easily submits to me this time. Fear and trepidation are gone, replaced by lust and need.

I slide her pants down enough to get in there again and release myself. It’s a dangerous game, but I can’t help sliding into her tight pussy without taking the time for a condom.

Skin on skin, I watch her eyes roll back in her head as I slide in and out. When she contains herself from the sensations, she once again looks over my shoulder, out into the crowd behind us.

Angry, I pin her to the wall, sliding all the way out to the very tip of my cock then slamming back into her. She cries out as her pain mixes with pleasure. Before she can decide whether she loves it or hates it, though, I do it again.

And again.

Over and over, I pound into her until she can’t keep her eyes open or support her own weight around me. When I feel the buildup, I slide out and release my come onto the floor.

She drops her legs to the ground and holds herself steady against the wall as she fights to calm her breathing. Then, sliding her pants back up, she moves past me.

I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up quickly in order to follow her as she walks toward the women’s bathroom.


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