Page 74 of Apparently, I’m Torture

I growled and gripped her tight, lifted her and dropped her on the couch.

“Your begging makes me crazy. You drive me fucking crazy.”

The way she whimpered, breasts jiggling as she moved, sent molten heat racing through me. I tore off my shirt and loosened my jeans, loving the way she gasped as I pulled myself out. I gripped my cock and dragged my hand along my length, liquid beading the tip, while a shiver of relief crept down my spine.

Gripping her ankle, I dragged her to me. She let out a squeal, but I knew she liked how rough it was. I tore her skirt off, ripped her underwear down her legs. My touch slid along her thighs, and I plunged a finger into her, watching her cry out.

I drank in the sight of her finally lying naked in front of me. The feel of her tight slickness as she squeezed my finger, throwing her head back against the cushions, panting as I slid in and out of her wet pussy. All those nights in this shop, alone, picturing her here on this couch. My fantasies of Lilly paled compared to this.

I added a second finger, and she whined as she gripped the edge of the cushion. I bent to her, my lips closing around her clit, and sucked hard. She lifted her hips and screamed at the shock of it. Everything I did was rushed, urgent, rough, and it felt so fucking good.

The flat of my tongue teased her wet, tight little pussy as my fingers pumped in and out of her. I groaned as she writhed against me, riding my tongue, moaning and begging me not to stop. Her fingers were digging into my hair. She was hot and wet and so desperate for more.

My cock throbbed as I pumped. I needed to be inside her.

I lifted my mouth, driving my fingers in and out of her as she whimpered. She wriggled against my touch, unfocused and impatient as I shifted my fingers to her clit, circling as I angled my cock to her entrance.

My voice came out a deep rumble as she stared up at me. “You taste so fucking sweet, Lilly. But I need to feel your tight pussy around my cock.”

Her eyes widened, her hips rolling faster against my fingers. “Just fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

She was so fucking sexy. Her pussy dripped around my touch. She’d feel so good, so tight. I gripped one of her hands and wrapped it around my length. She gasped at the feel of it, her hand moving from base to tip. Up and down, faster and faster. I pushed until my cock brushed against her entrance.

“You sure you want this?” I pressed my thumb to her clit and watched her back arch, breasts bouncing, nipples tightening as she let go of me.

“Please. Please stop teasing me.”

So fucking hot. Every muscle tensed as she writhed against my tip. She wanted my cock, begged for it. I pulled away, listening to her disappointed whimper as I dug through my jean pocket to find and tear open a condom. I rolled it down myself before pushing between her thighs, running my cock along her, coating it with her wetness. She let out another moan as I pressed the heavy weight of it against her throbbing clit. Then she spread her legs and pulled me close with her ankles, until I slid into her.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” I groaned, not moving, taking in the warm, taut feel of her.

She threw her head back, a cry peeling out, and I toyed with her clit, easing the stretching heat of my cock pushing inside her. She pooled onto my rough fingers as I stroked her, and I thrust slowly, inching deeper. I was already almost there. She felt better than anything I could’ve dreamed of.

I gripped her hip as my fingers circled her pussy, and she dragged her nails across my skin.

Lilly

He was thick, stretching me as I rolled my hips against his fingers, chasing the orgasm he promised me. The pressure against my clit was incredible, but the feel of his cock inside me was edged with raw pleasure.

His thrusts became deeper, harder, faster. My body was making him lose control. Up until now, he was focused on me, on making me squirm underneath him. Now he was taking what he wanted, and I loved it.

I rocked my hips, rolled against his fingers, and I needed more, I craved more. But I was close. I was so close I wanted to scream. Then he pressed his fingers hard against my clit, and my insides melted; exploded.

I screamed against a cushion, holding it to my mouth and shuddering underneath him, pulling more of him into me. I came hard, my orgasm rippling from my spine. Heavy pulses ran through me, stunning my body, intense waves shattering against my skin. My nails pushed into his muscles; his groan vibrated through me as he plunged deep.

He kept going, thrusting as I trembled against his touch, delirious from it, wanting him to stop but never wanting it to end. His fingers were firm; punishing my clit, and I rode the high of it until he grunted deep and low, his body shuddering on top of mine.

His sweat-sheened muscles shook as his cock twitched, sending spasms through my belly until he slowed and tore himself away. With shaky hands, he pulled off the condom, knotted it and sank against the hardwood floor.

The sound of our breathing filled the backroom of our old workplace, and a piercing satisfaction thrummed through me.

Shawn’s sharp intake of breath was the next thing I heard as he pushed a soft fabric between my thighs.

He cursed under his breath and whispered, “You’re soaked,” and I laughed at the crowd of thoughts his voice brought back.

Chapter 28

Shawn