The thought of being watched sends my cheeks burning anew, and the sensation spreads down my neck and across my chest.
I swear that the blush warms my pussy, because it now feels immune to the effects of the breeze.
“Do you like being fucked in public like a common slut?”
“No,” I say through clenched teeth.
He slips his fingers between my folds. I’m so wet that the noise is obscene. “Your cunt says otherwise.”
I’m breathing hard through flared nostrils, my thighs quaking. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
The chuckle that fills my ears is so wicked and dark that my pulse quickens.
He rubs the head of his cock over my swollen clit before lining it up at my entrance.
“You’re going to regret making demands.”
Before I can ask what he means, he shoves his erection into me, sending a rush of sparks through my pelvis. Every butterfly in my stomach riots at the intrusion, and I inhale a sharp gasp.
This is a new angle, and it’s pretty deep. The muscles around my lungs tighten, and my eyes go wide.
“Breathe,” he snarls.
“I’m. Trying,” I reply through clenched teeth. “But you’re so fucking big. I don’t know if I can take it all from this angle.”
“You will, even if it means ruining your pretty little cunt.”
A whimper catches in my throat, but my clit throbs enthusiastically at the threat.
Professor Segul fucks me so hard and fast, that I can’t help but cry out. I rest my head against the fence post with both hands scrambling at its sides. The one leg I’m standing on strains and struggles to stay upright as he takes me at a brutal pace.
“You’re mine,” he snarls as he fucks into me. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Say.” Thrust.
“My.” Thrust.
“Name.” Thrust.
“Professor Segul,” I cry.
“Phoenix,” he growls with a warning that suggests he might stop.
“I belong to Marius,” I blurt. “I belong to Marius Fucking Segul.”
He huffs, and I’m sure the sound is amusement.
“What’s it like to be fucked so close to dozens of police officers?” he says. “How does it feel to be pleasured by a dead man?”
My head snaps up. “You’re what—”
“You know better than to babble.” He snaps his hips, entering me so deeply that I see stars. “Use your words like a good girl.”
At that command, I lose all sense of my line of questioning and blurt, “It’s the best thing ever.” My words tumble over each other. “I’ve never had it so deep or hard. I never want it to end.”
He runs his fingers back and forth over my clit with slow strokes that send tiny bolts of pleasure up and down my inner thighs. My muscles ripple around his girth, and it’s as though he’s playing my pussy like an instrument. Every time a climax comes close, he eases his caresses and pulls me off the edge.