Page 79 of Swallow Your Sorries

“I do! I only did that because I had to do something—”

“But whythat?I think there’s a primal part deep inside of you that’s desperate for everyone to know that I’m just as much yours as you are mine. It’s the same primal instinct that makes you want to be chased and hunted by me. It’s confusing, isn’t it? Trust me, I know.”

She sputters. “Y-you’re making all that up in your sick head. I don’t feelanyof that.”

“If I’m making it up, why are you stalling now? That’s why you’re saying everything butstop. You don’t want me to stop because after the hunt and the chase, comes the reward. The devouring.”

I rub her clit faster, increasing the pressure with my thumb. Damn, I wish I could see it, swollen and glistening. It feels so fucking soft and hard at the same time. So swollen and wet.

“Mmm,”she muffles the sound against my throat, her fingers moving from my shoulders to sink into my nape, her knees caging in my hips as if to drive me deeper.

I should stop. I should edge her.

But then I’d be torturing myself too and haven’t I suffered enough?

I need to see her shatter.

I need to taste it.

I lift my head, leaving the softness of her hair that smells like honey and vanilla and peer into the mirror at our reflections.

Our reflections and everyone else’s that surround us.

“I think you like it even more, knowing so many people are around.”

She doesn’t even try to protest as a tremble racks her and she buries her face tighter against my neck.

“You like knowing they’re there, but you don’t want to get caught. That’s why you’re being such a good girl and trying to stay quiet.”

My knuckles sink into her hot hole, pushing the fabric as deep into her tight channel as I can, and when it’s not deep enough, I pull and twist the fabric until it breaks. Until I can finally touch her skin-to-skin and slip my middle finger deep inside of her.

Fuck, she’s tight.

Soft.

Wet.

“Gant.”

Her stomach tightens beneath me, her hips lifting.

“If I’m wrong, tell me to stop,” I hiss in her ear, curling my finger up against her G-spot and stroking it slowly. Painfully slow with just enough pressure to earn a strong contraction followed by a slick little rush that makes her coo. “Tell me how much you hate it. How much you hate me.”

“I…I…mmm.”

She shudders and her knees bang apart, hitting the hardwood with a thud that makes Bae, Zedd, and Hale’s backs go straight, but none of them turn around.

Still, I bend over her protectively, pressing my lips to her pillowy ones just as she moans, unable to control her volume. I swallow it in time, tangling my tongue with hers and as she rides a wave of ecstasy, she lets me until she’s sucking on my tongue like a damn pacifier.

No, like she would my cock.

I’ve been dreaming about kissing her again, ever since she’d marked me in the theatre in front of everyone.

If the softcore GIFs weren’t enough to convince me that my dove has a little exhibitionism kink, then the public kiss, and now her squirming on my fingertips in a packed classroom, confirms it.

I move my hand, then the tight fabric of her leotard aside before pressing the head of my cock against her throbbing tight entrance. I don’t want entry just yet. I only want to revel in the warmth of her pussy and mouth.

She grinds against me and the feel of her wet bare flesh against mine almost makes me shoot a load then and there.

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