“What a bad girl you are.”
“Yes.”
“A dirty girl, too.”
“Yes.”
His hand snaked down my body. “I’ll need to defile you...”
I moaned.
“And you’ll like it...”
Three of his fingers slowly pushed inside of me.
“Won’t you?”
He suddenly shoved his fingers hard into my pussy, and I sobbed out,“Yes!”
He began fucking me with his fingers, harder and harder, and my hips moved on their own accord, desperately meeting his savage thrusts.
“You’re so damn tight,” he groaned. “You’re like a fucking virgin.”
A weak laugh escaped me even as my hips continued to chase after his fingers. “A-are you serious?” His other hand went between my legs as I spoke, his thumb circling over my clit, and I moaned.
“Oh God.”
“That’s right,bambina.” His thumb on my clit pressed harder, and I started to see stars. “I’m the only man who can make you feel this.”
A fourth finger went inside my pussy.
“You’ll forget all the other men—-”
I shook my head, moaning, “Marcus.” I twisted my head to look at him over my shoulder. “There’s no other man.”
“Damn right there won’t be—-”
A giggle escaped me, but one that quickly turned into a gasp because the four fingers inside of my pussy had started moving.
“Y-you’re wrong,” I panted out. “I meant, there’s been no other man ever.” Licking my lips, I whispered, “I’m a virgin—-”
Marcus stilled.
And so did I. I wasn’t expecting fireworks, but I hadn’t expected him to turn the whole thing into a mannequin challenge either.
“M-Marcus?”
And then he was shoving me away, his fingers pulling out of my pussy as I fell on the bed.
He whirled to face me as he got to his feet. “Fuck.”
His face was white.“Fuck.”
And then he was walking away.