A part of me is a relieved, and another part disappointed, as it’s the kind of thing I’d expect from him.
He spits on my asshole, and then I feel his finger pressing against it. “It doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with you, though.”
And then I feel the pressure of his thick cock pushing against my entrance. When the head of his cock pops inside, I groan, feeling sore.
After all, I’ve only ever been fucked once, and that was six days ago. Elias was rough and unforgiving, and I’ve felt sore ever since.
“Are you sore, nena?” he asks, his cock as hard as an iron rod and still inside of me.
“Yes,” I mutter.
I feel his lips against the back of my neck as he smiles. “Good, I’m glad I gave you something to remember me by.” His hand moves up the front of my blouse and he pulls it open, the buttons flying everywhere. “I bet you’ve not been able to stop thinking about our time in the ruins, have you?”
I grind my teeth together, but the need to feel pleasure wins out. “No, sir,” I moan, arching my back further and trying to move to feel him fucking me.
He holds me tight with one hand. “Not yet, Gurin. I’m in charge.”
I whimper, the need becoming so strong it feels like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me.
His finger is still embedded in my ass and his cock in my pussy, but he’s teasing me and drawing out that excruciating anticipation.
“Please, Elias.”
He chuckles, a rich and deep sound that echoes around the small bathroom. “Didn’t take long, did it?”
“For what?” I ask, knowing he means my begging. It’s embarrassing how easily I crack.
“For you to beg me like the dirty girl I know you are.” His teeth sink into my earlobe, making me squeal. “Now try to be quiet. You don’t want the entire cafe knowing what you are doing in here, do you?”
A flood of panic coils through me as I realize I’ve been so wrapped up in the pleasure, I’d forgotten where I am. A cafe I’ve been going to for years.
I’d die if Cynthia realized what we were doing in here, especially since she knows my brother well, too.
But Elias doesn’t give me a moment to prepare. Instead, he pulls his cock all the way out of me and then slams back in which such force I have no choice but to cry out.
Elias places his free hand and over my mouth. “I said be quiet, nena. Or do you not know how to be quiet when I’m fucking you?” He sucks on my earlobe, the sensitive flesh tingling. “Is it that good, Natalya?”
I swallow hard and nod as my eyes roll back in my head.
Elias thrusts his finger in and out of my asshole in tandem with his cock, driving me toward the edge so damn fast I’m surprised at how well I keep control of the sounds I make.
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood, but nothing matters at that moment. The mindless need to be fucked and come is overwhelming, as if it is taking control of my body entirely.
Elias is a bastard, but I can’t deny that ever since the night of the winter formal, I’ve hardly been able to think of anything but fucking him.
My vibrator is getting more action than ever, and yet every time I come nothing comes close to what he made me experience that night in the old ruins.
“Fuck,” I breathe, as he moves his free hand to my clit and rubs. “Elias,” I cry his name.
“No coming until I say so. You know the rules, nena.” His finger moves out of my ass and I groan, since the sensation felt so good.
I swallow hard, the burning pressure between my thighs becoming almost unbearable. My thighs tremble as I clutch onto the white tiled wall, wishing that he’d just let me come. “Why do you love torturing me?” I whine.
His voice is soft and deep in my ear. “Because it’s what I do best.”
He places his free hand stretched out across my stomach, pulling me tighter against him as he moves in a slow yet forceful rhythm. The intimacy of it makes me shudder as our bodies join as one. It’s mind blowing the way a guy so cruel can make me feel so wanted and needed. Perhaps that makes me pathetic, as he’s also made me feel worthless and like shit most of the time I’ve known him.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs into my ear. “Your pussy swallows my cock as if it were made to fit.”