I try to reason with him, “Rowan, you need to let me go. Remember what happened the last time you cornered me.” Did I say reason? What I meant to say was remind him.
Undeterred, he walks me into a wall, I make a small oof, unprepared for the collision. The deranged look on his face makes me hesitate, and hesitation fucking kills.
In my moments of inaction, he’s moved his knee to between my thighs forcing my legs out wide. His arms temporarily release their hold, but before I can react, his right forearm is pinned across my chest holding my arms to my sides as the broad expanse of his muscular chest presses me into the wall. Opening his fist, he palms my breast before pinching my peaked nipple between his fingers as he leans down and growls in my ear, “Since you’re a dad fucker, you can be my toy too. Sluts get slut treatment.”
Before I can react, his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my neck, hard enough I know it will leave a huge fucking mark. My head is immobilized by his mouth, my legs are spread too far apart to kick, and my arms are pinned down by his body. I’m well and truly fucked at the moment.
His tongue joins his teeth, licking over each hot bite to my skin, my body not understanding. The assault sends zings straight to my pussy, making the thirsty bitch clench.
No bitch. Now is not the time to be turned on!
Each nip makes me squirm against his bulking thigh wedged right against the lips of my pussy. The friction causes a steady hum on my clit. I can feel my walls squeeze and release, my wetness coating my panties and in my flustered state a mewl escapes my lips and I feel the fucker smile against my neck.
“Oh, you like that don’t you, you dirty little slut? You like me taking you here in the hall against your will?”
My traitorous pussy clenches again and I question my own sanity. I might need to cut back on the dark romance reads, it’s twisting my libido. Now, I’m not running away, instead I’m rubbing against, racing for my climax.
As if spurred by my rubbing, he moves his left hand up and yanks my bun, angling my neck, exposing it more to his teeth. I let out some foreign sound, a cross between a shriek and a moan when his mouth renews sucking. First, he sucks hard taking me right to the brink of my limit, then I hiss and he relents, so he blows cool air against my tender hot flesh, before licking and kissing a trail up and down my neck.
In my delirium, I’m no longer pushing against his hold. His right hand works at the button of my jeans, freeing up enough room for his large fingers to find their way into my panties. I suck in air when his middle finger dips into the wetness at my opening, pumping in once, twice, and a third time before bringing my juices to my clit and rubbing hard and slow then fast and light.
Each time I get close, he changes the pace, edging me. I whimper in frustration and angle my pelvis up, seeking my own damn pleasure. I’m so lost in reaching my peak I don’t remember who’s taking me there.
Pausing his ministrations he groans, “You dirty fucking whore, you like being degraded. You’re going to be my good little whore and take my cock in your trash mouth aren’t you?” And then like a snowball to my face, I remember where the hell I am and who the hell I’m with.
Not realizing I’m no longer drunk on horniness, he lifts his head enough for me to take aim and I slam my head forward, catching him right in the mouth. He stumbles backward and I don’t even button my jeans, darting around him and heading up the hallway, away from the clusterfuck that just took place.
What the fuck was that?
ROWAN
I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Running my tongue over my swollen lip, it’s not too bad. I can definitely play it off like I bit it instead of being head-butted by Emma. Again.
The fucking minx.
I was supposed to scare her. She wasn’t supposed to be turned on, but with each twitch of her body, I almost forgot I hated her. Her supple tits brushed against me when I rubbed at her clit, and it utterly distracted me from my purpose.
My teeth bite down. “Shit,” I bark out, lifting my hand and coming away with blood. I reopened my lip.
Idiot. She makes me forget myself.
Gritting my teeth, my nostril flares. I need her gone. She’s been nothing but a distraction since she’s arrived.
“What the hell happened to your lip?” My shoulders tense at the sound of Sam’s voice. It’s like nails on a chalkboard. She’s here for a purpose, none of which requires her to speak.
“Shut the fuck up and get on your knees,” my voice booms, the sparsely furnished space making it reverberate off the walls. We’re in the back room of the fitness center at the sports complex. Once I was charged with keeping an eye on Sam I had a room designated for our meetups. There was no chance I was going to her house or bringing her to mine.
“Rowan, baby, don’t talk to me like that,” she whines, but kneels before me. Samantha talks a good game, but she bends to my will easily enough.
Her hands reach for my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. When she goes to pull me out I grip her hair, yanking it back, I want to see her puffy face.
Emma clocked her good this morning, and the sight of the toxic bitch in any level of discomfort makes this easier for me.
“You should really learn when to keep your annoying-ass mouth closed,” I say, batting her hands away from the opening of my black Hanro boxer briefs.
“Did I say you could take me out, you stuck up cum dumpster?” I tug at her roots, nearly tearing hair from her scalp. Her whimper is just what I need, my cock thickens.
Ever since Emma’s round hips and fat ass walked by me on the first day of school, I can’t get hard at the sight of Sam. Not unless I think of Emma or I make Sam scream for me. Since I’m here trying to forget the girl who gave me blue balls while busting my lip, her screams will be what I take today.
“I’m sorry baby, I won’t do it again.” She’s aiming for seductive, but she’s giving off dying fish, especially when she begins pouting, pushing out her top lip. My dick nearly goes limp.
Releasing her hair from my hold, I use the tip of four of my fingers and shove against her forehead. She squeals out in surprise as her body smacks against the ground.
Strolling across the room until I reach the closet door, I enter the code numbers and wait for the double beep so I can open the door. Walking inside, I see what I’m looking for on the top shelf. Grabbing it and tearing it from its packaging, I head back to Sam, her body still lying prone on the floor.
Smart girl.
“Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’m going to remind you of the only use your mouth has.” Bending over, I pull her by her hair back up to her knees. She doesn’t fight, but her outcry of pain has the desired effect, my dick is rock hard.
Once she’s kneeling, I slide the open mouth spider gag on her head and over her face, reaching around to fasten it tight. Now, she can’t annoy me with her needless talking.
“Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them or else this will get worse for you.”
Grabbing her hair through the straps, I ready her while I pull out my cock. No guiding or slow movements, I slam home, getting harder at her gagging and gasping for air.
“That’s right you dumb bitch. Choke. You come here every week just to choke on me. You know I hate you, but you come anyway. Why? Because you’re a filthy cum-guzzling slut.”
I pump in and out, my pace picking up, pushing her bruised face harder against my pelvis. Her whole face is going to be swollen after this. My dick jumps at the thought and I groan.
“You money-hungry power leech, thinking by coming here you’ll land the heirs. Is that what you think?” She tries to shake her head no, but I grip her even tighter.
“Did I say you could fucking move?” I growl. My ass clenches. I’m close, too close. I’m not ready to come yet.
Ripping myself out of her mouth, I drag her over to the bench, pick her up and throw her over it. She already knows what to do next, her ass aimed up in the air. It’s such a tiny little ass, one that I used to enjoy, but now I wish it was bigger, rounder and had more meat to it.
I start to imagine Emma, face down and ass up and my balls draw up.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.