Page 41 of Foul & Fake
“Fuck off,” I rush out, jerking only to learn that he’s got me pinned completely. He’s so much stronger than he looks. “Elias?—”
“Riley,” he hisses back, those skilled fingers moving inside of me a little rougher than normal. “You want me to stop?”
I open my mouth to say yes, but the word dies on my tongue.
No, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to show mercy or wear a condom or let me walk out of here with my dignity at all. I want him to fucking take me.
When I don’t say anything at all, he chuckles, his hand dropping down to my throat so I can slightly turn and see that mask staring down at me.
“You feel what you do to me?”
He grinds himself against my ass, rock hard and so hot I can feel it through my panties.
“Yeah, Elias. I feel you.”
“Good.” Pulling his fingers out, he releases me completely to pull his cock out. “Don’t move.”
Hiding a smirk, I wait until I hear him unzip his black jeans and take off again, laughing at the thought of him chasing me like that — right up until he catches me again. He may be just some college soccer player with a thing for photography, but here, right now, he seems an awful lot like a predator.
“Bad girl!” He slaps my ass and tugs on my panties hard enough to stretch them out, but not rip them from my body. “Now you’re going to just take it.”
Oh, poor me. “What’s wrong?” I goad. “I thought you’d always outrun me?”
“I can and I will.” Eli presses me against a tree and hikes up my skirt further, his warm cock slapping up against my pussy before he pushes himself inside with a loud moan.
The angle makes me scream as he shoves in further and the bark scrapes my cheek, but every inch of me feels his desire. It makes me lightheaded and dizzy by the time we’re pinned together, especially when he lifts me completely off the ground to bottom out. “Look at you hanging off my cock.”
Holy fuck. My stomach swoops violently as I desperately grab the tree. This is something people say, it’s not something that happens. You don’t literally hang off of someone’s cock unless you’re… well, someone other than me.
But here I am, speared with a cock so deep, I can feel it in my lungs. “Elias!” I scream, eliciting a sinful moan from him as his fingers dig into my skin.
“Now you can’t run anywhere. I told you all you can do is take it.”
He’s not wrong. I don’t know how he manages to move at all while holding me up like this, but my filthy converse swing uselessly as he rails me. Once I get over how off balance I feel, it gets… better. A lot better. So fucking good that I come all over the cock splitting me in half not once, but twice.
“Clenching so hard, baby. Fuck.”
He keeps going, his thrusts speeding up as he chases his own release, and I have to hold my face away from the tree to keep from hitting it with each pump of his hips.
It doesn’t always work, but every little spark of pain somehow makes the rest feel better.
“Tell me I don’t have to wear a condom anymore,” he demands, like he’s wearing one right now. Like the last several we’ve used haven’t mysteriously, inexplicably broken.
Like I haven’t learned to crave the feeling of his cum.
“What if I say you do?” I ask, panting and squeezing his cock with my cunt. “What if I say you always will?”
He shifts so abruptly I think I might fall, but his teeth sink into my shoulder hard enough to bruise, and the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Okay! Okay,” I whimper. “No more condoms.”
Eli slams deep inside of me with a guttural growl, his cock pulsing as he fills me up once again, and I don’t know if I want to kiss him or hit him. “Fuck, you feel so good raw, cupcake. There’s no way you don’t feel what I do.”
He’s breathless now, lips trailing gentle kisses along my new wound toward my neck, where there are still countless marks. I’ve gone through an entire bottle of concealer just trying to look appropriate for class, and the stinging in my cheek tells me I’m about to need more.
Every time I let this man touch me, I come out looking like I tried to box a honey badger.
“Why’d the condoms break, Eli?”
