But he was, what? Just playing with me? Or maybe he thought I was the one playing. God, the way he found me in the garage with that random guy the first night we met… What if he really thinks I am a whore? That I spread it for anyone who’ll spank me and say yes when I say no?
And tonight here I am, out with Daniel. But he’s just a friend. I don’t care what it looked like. I’m allowed to have friends.
“I am not a whore.” I fight against Dylan’s iron grip.
He reaches his other hand underneath me to lift my stomach up off the ground so that I’m slightly up on my knees.
“Oh yeah?” My entire body shudders when he reaches down, grabs his cock, and teases the head of it up and down my pussy lips. I can’t help clenching and of course, he feels it.
He chuckles darkly.
“If you aren’t a whore, why are you so wet for me? A creepy fucking stranger who was watching you all night?” He realigns his cock at the center of my core. “Or maybe that’s what really gets you off. Imagining the men in the dark corners watching you and getting hard. Every one of them thinking about doing this.”
He shoves into me and I screech. His hand slaps over my mouth. Every one of his moves is brutal. His hand mashes my mouth shut and each jerk of his hips as he fucks me is sharp and vicious.
“But I’m the only one who gets this cunt. I’m the only fucking one, do you hear me?”
Tears squeeze out of my eyes as I nod. Does he mean it? And how fucked up am I that his words are making me happy? But if he’s the only one who gets to have me, it has to mean he wants me, right? That he wants there to be an us?
The next second though, all thoughts are obliterated when he shoves me off my knees so my belly is flush to the floor. My hands scrabble at the tiles but there’s no getting away from him. His cock is so long and thick that even though my legs aren’t spread, he has no problem continuing to fuck me.
And now, since the floor holds me completely still, he’s able to fuck me even deeper, even harder.
He saws in and out of me and I can’t remember the last time I was so thoroughly used. The orgasm is rising with each raw, harsh stroke.
“Jesus, Miranda,” he says, pulling his hand away from my mouth, but only so he can grab my hair at the base of my neck. He drags my face sideways. If there were any light in this closet, I’d be able to see him over my shoulder. But as it is, it’s still pitch black.
His voice, though, fills me with warmth and light.
“You’re perfect, Miranda. The most perfect—” I don’t know how he would have finished the thought because he crushes my mouth with his. His kiss is furious and demanding, and all the while he continues yanking my hair and fucking me.
The pain is perfect.
Just like him. I wasn’t crazy about how good the other night was. This man. God, this man. I’ve never had perfect like him. Maybe I never will again.
Maybe there’s only now, only this crescendo rising inside me. I break away from his mouth to let out the gasping whine.
Instead of kissing me again, though, he shoves two fat fingers into my mouth. I suck on them like I would his cock.
“Fuck,” he calls and yanks my hair even harder. He’s holding himself up by his elbows and I know the tile has to be punishing. How long can he keep this up?
I tease my teeth along his fingers stuffed in my mouth and he clutches my jaw with the rest of his hand.
My face is so small in his huge hand. He could crush me.
He rears back and then forces his fat cock back inside.
And I cum.
So hard and so long that I’m grateful for his fingers in my mouth because they muffle my howl.
It was his hand on my face that sent me over. Well, that and the fact that he’s really fucking good at hitting just the right spot up so deep inside me. God, how does he do that?
But I know it’s the thought that he could so easily break me—but he doesn’t—that had me crying and choking his name around his fingers as the spasms hit.
He stills inside me right after I’m triggered. I clench around him as his cum spurts into me, even though it takes the very last of my strength to do it.
I’ve been sleeping for shit the past few nights and have been a zombie at work. But being here, with him, it’s worth it. Anything is worth it as long as I have him.