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My glare doesn’t exactly cause him to spontaneously combust, but it has to be a near thing. Kayde smiles sweetly, stroking his fingers down my thigh. “I know you think that’s a threat, but your little looks are kind of doing it for me,” he admits, pushing my knee up so he can pull my leg up over his shoulder. Sometime in the past minute or two, he’s discarded his shorts, leaving him completely naked between my knees.
And he’s just as gorgeous to look at as ever. His cock is a little intimidating, if I’m being honest with myself, though I can’t help but dart looks down to where it curves against his stomach, tip already glistening.
“What? You thought I did all of that just for you?” he teases, like I’ve actually said something. “No, baby. I get a lot out of playing with you. But I’ll admit, it’s been really hard today not to just drag you into the woods and do this.”
He moves forward just enough that with a fist around the base of his cock, he can drag it through my wetness, never actually entering me while teasing me with the possibility.
“But I didn’t want it to just be quick and over with just like that. I wanted to take my time. I always find myself wanting to take my time with you.” He repeats the drag against my body again and again, pulling a gasp from behind my gag when he pushes into me, just a little, before withdrawing and repeating his teasing.
“You’re going to be so tight for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” he hums, apparently content to carry on a one sided conversation. “I know you can’t be a virgin, but sometimes I wonder…you’re just so easy to tease and get worked up. Like no one’s ever played with you before.”
Well, no one’s certainly ever done this before. I’m not a virgin; he’s right about that. Though my experiences with sex can be counted on one hand and aren’t exactly my most exciting memories. They were mostly just…boring. Half-drunken hookups at a frat house. A boy from high school who had no idea what he was doing.
Never anything like this.
My breath catches when he pushes a bit deeper, and I know he’s staring intently at my face, wanting a reaction, when instead of pulling out, he just slides deeper into me. His length is a dull, aching stretch between my thighs.
“I fucking knew it,” he hisses, and gives a quick, sharp thrust that draws a soft yelp from me and leaves him flush against my body, as deep as he can possibly go. “You’re so tight. Summer, baby, it really feels like you haven’t had anyone fuck you in forever. Were you waiting for me?” His tone is teasing, and he’s just so in control as he pulls back—until he’s just barely still inside of me—before slamming into my body hard enough that my hands rattle against the headboard.
I bite down hard on the gag, trying my very best not to make a noise. I plead with my vocal chords to just turn off for a while, even as my soft whimpers meet my ears when he does it again. This time, instead of staying still, he continues to fuck me with smaller, less punishing thrusts as one of his hands grips my hip and the other presses flat against my stomach.
“You were so worth waiting a couple nights to do this,” Kayde hisses through clenched teeth, reaching up to shove loose curls out of his face. I look at him from under my lashes, watching the way he fucks into me effortlessly. Like it’s the most natural, easiest activity in the world.
And I try not to focus on how good it feels. Especially when he shifts enough that he’s rubbing over the spot inside of me that really makes me want to scream. He shouldn’t be so good at hitting it exactly right. He shouldn’t be so good at any of this.
But within minutes he has me throwing my head back against the pillows and biting down hard on the stupid pink bone in order not to make any noise. It doesn’t help that he’s still talking to me, murmuring filthy compliments and promises that cause my blood to race through my veins.
When his fingers find my clit, I nearly scream anyway, and my hips jerk off of the bed just as he presses me back down harshly.
“No, sweetheart. You’re perfect where you are. Right there, full of my cock. You know how pretty you look all fucked out like this? You’re about to cry again.” I don’t want him to be right, but I can feel it too. The heat stinging at my eyes that I wish I could wipe away with my bound hands.
Instead, I can only whine in protest, my hands twisting in the cuffs over my head. When Kayde leans over, I expect him to wipe the tears away. Instead, I feel the warm wetness of his tongue at the sides of my screwed-shut eyes as he laps at the tears, his movements soft and almost affectionate.
Almost, anyway. Kayde isn’t affectionate.
Another whimper drags up from my lips as Kayde picks up his movements again, and it takes everything in me to not make more noise than the absolute minimum.
“Oh, you’re so close, aren’t you?” Kayde murmurs, not even having the decency to sound out of breath while I gasp around a pink silicone dog bone. “Come for me, baby. I know you want to. Just be quiet, okay? Bite down and try not to make a lot of noise.”
For some reason, it’s the talking that does it. His crooning against my ear, and the whispered sweetheart that follows the rest of his words. My body stiffens, and a heel hooks against his shoulder to pull him closer to me as I come, my eyes shut hard.
Somehow, I don’t scream. Even as he drags out my orgasm by fucking me through it, I keep my teeth clamped hard on the stupid gag and refuse to do more than whimper, no matter how good it feels. His fingers on my clit drive the pleasure back up for longer than it should, and when I feel wetness at the corner of my mouth, I barely have the wherewithal to feel ashamed.
“Good girl, perfect Summer,” Kayde continues, his movements becoming disordered and erratic. I can feel the tremble in his hand on my thigh, and the way he’s holding himself back. “You’re taking birth control, right?” he asks, and before I can even think of why he’s asking, I find myself nodding automatically.
Wait—My brain screams the word, telling me I should probably stop to question that. I let out a whine, trying to form a question that I can’t manage around the gag. Especially with spit running down the side of my face.
“What’s wrong?” Kayde purrs, darting close and lapping at the trails of saliva running from my forcibly parted lips. “Told you before, didn’t I? Gonna wreck you, Summer. I’m going to fill up this pretty cunt over and over until I’m satisfied. Sweetheart. Gorgeous girl.” The praises drop from his lips like rain, and at last I close my eyes once more, knowing I can’t stop him from this.
And maybe, deep down, some part of me doesn’t want him to stop. I can still admit that he’s good at this, better than anyone has any right to be, while hating him and plotting a grim demise for the serial killer who wants to kill the kids at Camp Crestview.
But I can also admit to myself, in the silence of my own head, how fucking good this feels. Even though that thought twists in my stomach like something vile.
I’m so fucked up for this that there’s no excuse for my behavior.
That thought, the guilt and shame that rushes through me, causes another rush of tears to cascade down my cheeks, though Kayde licks that up too. He groans at the taste, and finally his hips slam into mine and he shudders, going still except for a few small movements of his hips. My whines turn to whimpers, and I turn my face into Kayde’s as my head swims.
He just fucking grins. I can see it, even through the tears, and when he reaches up to stroke along my face, I flinch away from him slightly.
