Page 44 of Freckles

The feeling is invasive. Alien. But the longer he caresses my inner walls, the more my body welcomes the attention.

“Last chance,” he says in a mocking whisper. “You’d better hope the neighbours have the volume on their TVs turned up or they’re going to hear your screams.”

Terror makes it hard to choke out the word, “Wait!”

He lifts his eyebrows. “Wait for what?”

“I could… do the other, instead.”

“The other?”

His playfulness is as distressing as his threats. I scrunch my eyes closed, holding onto the last of my composure.

“Let me blow you again. You said you liked it.” A shudder pulses out from my lower back, and I fight to keep the dismay off my face, opening my eyes again. “I can do that, and you can leave, and I won’t tellanyone.I promise.”

He cups my cheek, lips twitching. “It’s a compelling counteroffer but I think I’ll stick with my plan. Maybe we’ll do it your way next time.”

“I have Hepatitis. The bad kind.”

Again, his lips twitch. “What you have is a terrible poker face and no leverage.”

He sits back on his heels, releasing my hands as he forces his other hand into my mouth, thrusting his fingers towards the back of my throat.

“That’s it.” His voice is a low growl. “Get them nice and wet for me.”

When he withdraws, they’re covered in my saliva, and he rubs it along the folds of my pussy. “And again.”

He shoves them farther into my mouth this time, making me gag until my knees rise off the mattress.

“Good girl,” he purrs, then tugs down his waistband to stroke his wet fingers along his cock, stopping to spit in his palm for added lubrication.

The sight stirs something inside me, the first hint of arousal growing into a pulse as his fingers move, spreading the saliva along his shaft, fingertips bumping over the protruding veins, wiping across the tip, collecting the beads of precum and spreading that along his length, too.

I can’t look away, even when he pushes my thighs even farther apart, the desire a stronger pulse now, splitting me into two people with different agendas. One whose hips buck towards him, wanting the press of him against my sensitive flesh, craving the friction. The other with hands that tear at his hair and push at his shoulders, slapping his face, clawing at his eyes.

“Steady,” he warns, recapturing them to pin above my head. “You don’t want to ruin the nice time we’re having.”

He notches himself at my entrance, eyes gazing into mine as he slowly pushes into me, the stretch immediate and overwhelming.

I suck in a breath and twist, clenching my inner muscles like that will expel him.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he says, and his voice sounds close to awe, though I don’t know why it surprises him.

With his gigantic cock, the entire world must be tight.

Another inch squeezes inside me, like a coke can shoved between my legs. “Stop,” I gasp. “Please stop.”

He lays still on top of me, not moving further, not withdrawing.

When I whimper, he puts a hand over my mouth, his breath hot in my ear. “No need to cry, Freckles. You’re okay. You’re going to be fine.” He withdraws, relieving the discomfort, then pushes inside again. “But we need to sort this. I don’t want your dry arse pussy scraping my dick to shreds.

The comment plunges me straight into hysteria; laughing and gulping great lungfuls of breath until I’m hiccupping.

“You’ve had a boyfriend, haven’t you?”

I shake my head, too breathless to speak.

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, his voice sharp.

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