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I pull myself out of those memories, hating myself for letting my mind wander that far. My sugar daddy was a dick, and I was an idiot for staying with him for that long and thinking it was a good idea. But at the time, it was the most practical decision: make money and make life easier for my mom.
“Is it always two men?” he asks.
“No,” I say. “Most of the time, it’s just one man. But it’s always—” I pause, not knowing how to say it. I bite my lip, then let it spill out: “I guess I have rape fantasies.” My cheeks redden. “I was with this guy for a long time. He paid for everything.” I shake my head, embarrassed to admit it. “Whenever I brought up that I needed more from him, he guilt tripped me for wanting it. Wasn’t he providing enough already? What right did I have to ask formore?”
A gruff growl erupts from the other side of the stall, more beast than man. My chest tightens; it’s like this secret actually pisses Duane off. As if he’s madforme.
A warmth grows in my chest, knowing that there’s a protective streak inside of Duane, building for me.
“Anyway, it’s all related, I guess.” I shift my weight, adjusting my legs underneath me. “If a man was driven by such powerful sexual desires that it didn’t matter if I said ‘no,’ then that means something, right? That I’m in control. That I’m powerful. That I’m desired in a way I haven’t felt in years—”
“Even when he overpowers you,” Duane says.
My stomach drops, but I laugh nervously. “That’s when youknowyou matter, I guess. Two men must amplify that.”
I don’t tell him that since the first night I met him, it’s always beenhimin my dreams. Duane, my monster. By himself or multiples of him fucking me. Taking whatever he wants. Not caring if I get off, as long ashegets his fill.
“And that’s why you didn’t fight me in the end,” he says. “Because you knew I was going to give you everything you had always dreamed about.”
Desire spreads through my nervous system like electricity from a stun gun.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then bend over and put that pussy up against the hole,” he says, his voice low and gravitational, pulling me down past the earth’s surface to the molten core in the center. “Let me use that sweet cunt of yours.”
I move so quickly that I practically stumble out of my clothes, pulling down my sweatpants and pressing my ass up against the hole. His dick teases my pussy lips.
“Oh, fuck,” he says. “You’re going to make me come and I haven’t even gotten inside of you yet.”
A delicious ache surges through me. He can’t even see me, and if he did, he’d find me in a hoodie and sweatpants, the most shapeless clothes on the planet, and yet, he’s hard as a rock, practically coming right now at the meretouchof me. I press my hips back against the stall wall, and the plastic creaks.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” he growls. “What kind of woman offers her holes like this to a stranger?” He chuckles, his words flaming through my veins. “A helpless little slut.”
He impales me with his cock, my whole body jiggling with the pressure, and I’m back to that first night. It was so invigorating, hearing how turned on this stranger—Duane—was to be fucking a hole in the wall, knowing my mouth was on the other side. I push on the opposite wall, so that my body is flat against that hole.
“You know how many times I’ve come thinking about you in his glory hole?” he groans. “I’ve been watching you, Reggie. Learning your desires. Learning what you want. It doesn’t take a genius to figure you out. But there’s never been a pussy that feels the way yours does. I haven’t even tried fucking another woman since I felt your lips around my dick. It’s why I couldn’t let you walk down that road. Why I had to pick you up.”
Tension flies through me as the stalls rattle again, just like that first night. He may have been getting rid of a body, or shoveling a Halloween prop from one city to another, but instead of doing his job,he had to have me.
He thrusts against the hole so hard I fall to my knees, blasted away by the sheer force of his lust. I scramble back up, pressing my pussy to the hole. The walls shake violently as he impales me to the hilt, growling with primal need. It hurts, but I’m so slick with need that I push against it, and he gores me again. Then the walls suddenly collapse around me, knocking into my back, trapping me inside. Within seconds, Duane whips around the stall, yanking me out from between the walls, and carries me, bending me over the toilet in his stall, like it doesn’t matter where we are, or how dirty this place is, or the fact that we just destroyed someone’s property.He needs to have me.I lean on the metal fixture, holding myself up, each pulse of his cock like a lightning bolt of pleasure. He holds my neck from behind, using it as leverage, and I come, convulsing around him like a dying animal.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Come for me,” I cry.
“Get on your knees.”
He pulls out and I flip around so fast, my head spins. My back smashes against the edge of the toilet bowl, but I stick out my tongue, eager for everything he has to give. His hot come splashes across my face, marking me like I’m just a dirty little whore.
Our breaths are heavy for the next few seconds as we both stay still in the comfortable silence. Then I find those blue eyes glued to me, almost lost in thought.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, like he barely knows what to say. A burning sensation tingles through me. I’m covered in dirt and come, and god only knows what else is caked onto my skin from this bathroom’s grime. Plus, I’m dressed in old sweatpants and a hoodie, and he’s calling me beautiful? He doesn’t seem like the kind of man to say stuff like that out of nowhere.
My stomach cramps in confusion. I don’t know what to say.
“Wait here,” he says.
