Page 75 of Run For Me
He can’t be serious… he can’t.
I shake my head, trying to talk, trying to tell him no.
“Are you telling me no?” he whispers against my ear, and I nod. He pauses for just a moment, my heart pounding so goddamn hard. “Are you using the safe word?”
Am I using the safe word… damnit.
I grit my teeth and shake my head.
His laugh is low and raspy.
“Don’t worry. It won’t take long. I’ll have to owe you.”
He pushes my panties aside, and with practiced ease, slides right through my wet pussy lips. It takes a few thrusts, but he pushes himself inside. It hurts, but not nearly as bad as it did the first time. I whimper through the pain, my hands coming up to grip his forearm. My nails bite into his skin as my eyes squeeze shut. He rocks into me, moaning softly in my ear, his breath hot on my skin.
“It’s been too long,” he says. “I can’t go so long without fucking you, little dove. I need more of this sweet pussy.”
“Mhmm,” I mumble against his hand as a tear slips down my cheek.
His groans get lower, and his arm comes around my stomach again, holding me against him as he pushes deeper inside me.
I know we shouldn’t be doing this here, but my god, I want it so bad. Getting caught could get us into so much trouble, but that’s the least of my worries. All I care about is feeling him inside me, listening to him take his pleasure from me.
“Fuck yes,” he grits out. “Oh, fuck.”
He stills behind me, dick throbbing. A choked sound leaves his throat as he trembles behind me, fighting to stay quiet. It’s the hottest thing.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll count to ten before you turn around.”
Without waiting for me to acknowledge him or agree, he lets go of me and his footsteps get further away.
I wait far longer than counting to ten before leaving, which is a mistake. Cum is dripping between my thighs, and I run back to my stuff before it makes its way to my shoes. No one is paying attention to me as I quickly gather my things, so I discreetly wipe up what I can with my hoodie before rushing to the bathroom, my cheeks burning.
What if there are cameras in the library? I could get expelled!
I stop outside of the bathroom door, sure I’m going to pass out. But I hold it together and instead hurry toward the exit to go home. I can’t even be in this building anymore, not after that.
The ride home is quick, and I’m relieved when I only see a small amount of blood after cleaning myself up in the bathroom.
“I’ll have to owe you.”
Why does thinking about that turn me on?
“I’m so messed up,” I mutter, getting undressed and going to my room to put on comfortable clothes.
Chapter Forty-Six
Him
My father’s fist slams down on his desk, his face that ugly shade of purple as he glares at me. If he had laser beams in those eyes, I’d be scared.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growls.
I just shrug, holding his gaze and acting like I don’t care. Honestly, I don’t. Not really. What is he going to do? He can’t kick me out. Mother won’t let him.
“If anyone else had seen this,” he begins, but doesn’t finish what he’s saying. Instead, he adds, “It’s a good thing Jesse is a friend.”
“You mean you paid him off.”
