Page 57 of The Enemy

“Seems to me like you like it,” he drawled. “Hate me all you want, Lou, but your needy little pussy wants me.”

I bit my lip as he rubbed me through my pajama bottoms. His thumb added friction to my clit. He did it a few times, alternating between focusing on my clit or using the heel of his palm and rubbing it against my pussy.

The pressure felt amazing, combined with the way he was grinding his hips against me.

It was pathetic that I was close to coming from his heavy petting.

“Fuck you,” I spat, trying one last time to get away so I could think, but it just made it worse. The heel of his palm rubbed against me. My movement caused me to grind against his hand involuntarily.

It felt so good, and I was wound up so tight. I closed my eyes when I did it again, and then again. My breathing was coming in labored. Neo cursed but he kept up with his ministrations.

“So warm. I can feel how wet you are. Fuck, Lou, you feel so fucking good.”

“Neo,” I whimpered when it was obvious that my grinding wasn’t going to bring me relief, it just getting me more worked up.

The use of his name did it.

Maybe because I acknowledged him or the needy way I said it, but it was like a rubber band had finally snapping. Neo shoved my shorts down, leaving me only in my panties and my tank top. He then moved me so I was lying back, and he was hovering above me, supporting himself with one hand.

His eyes were right between my legs. If I weren’t turned on, I would be mortified.

“Spread those legs, baby, show me the mess you made for me,” he growled.

When I didn’t do as he said, he brought his free hand between my legs. He skimmed the edge of the waistband of my peach lace thong.

“You bought these for me?” he asked, lifting the band and letting it snap against my skin.

My pussy throbbed.

I scoffed.

He didn’t let me get another word in. He moved the lace to the side and inserted three fingers in me, and I hissed as he stretched me.

“Don’t lie, Lou. Every fucking month there were charges to La Perla. You wanted me to see…you wanted me to notice,” he taunted as he pushed his fingers out slowly and slid them in, causing me to get wetter.

Neo dropped his weight on me. He glided his nose along the slope of my neck. My chest rose and fell rapidly. Something that caught his eye too because he began to kiss his way down my neck to my chest, and then he peppered kisses on my cleavage as he fingered my pussy.

“As far as I’m concerned…all your undergarments are mine.”

As he said this he rose to his knees. I gasped as he pulled out of me, missing the fullness his fingers gave me. Neo grabbed onto my panties from either side and he pulled until the delicate material tore away from my body.

My shriek was loud, but Neo didn’t stop there. For someone who struggled with feeling petite, Neo made me feel like I might break. He pulled my camisole from me, moving me as he saw fit.

I was left panting in just my bra. Neo was just as out of breath as I was. I should say something, maybe fight him some more, but for the first time ever I was at a loss for words.

Neo didn’t hesitate like I did. He brought his fingers back down between my legs. This time he teased my entrance, then brought a single digit to circle my clit.

“Such a fucking little slut, aren’t you, Lou?” Neo taunted as he dragged his finger and slid it inside of me. “You’re so fucking turned on.”

So was he. I could see the imprint of his dick through his boxers, and even in the dark I could see a patch where it got darker from his precum.

Neo went back to playing with my clit, alternating between circles and adding pressure. He did it until I couldn’t hold back any more and I let out a moan.

“Should I finger you until you come like this? Desperate to have me fill you?” His gaze was intense, and I found I couldn’t look away from him. I ached so bad, but l didn’t want to beg. I didn’t want to lose this fucked-up game we were playing. “Your needy little cunt is begging to be filled.” He smirked at me as he grazed my opening. “The way it clenches against nothing.”

Neo always had a talent for driving me insane, and this was no different. I was doing so good until he inserted two fingers inside of me and hooked them, rubbing that spot inside of me that I had trouble finding with my toys.

“Fuck,” I whimpered.

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