Page 120 of I’m The Worst

I need him to keep touching me. His hand tightens on my mouth as his thigh flexes, driving up again, and I moan into his palm.

He shoves me harder against the wall, his mouth brushing my ear. “Even when we’re about to get killed, your greedy little cunt is dripping for me.”

His words make me whimper into his palm. Shame burns through me, but I can’t stop rolling my hips, chasing the pleasure like a desperate animal. My thighs clench around his leg, and his own breathing stutters.

He lowers his head to my neck, his stubble rough against my skin.

“Fuck.”

He bites me, his teeth sinking in as he ruts his thigh against me, pulling a strangled gasp from my throat. Then he drags his tongue over the bite mark, licking a slow, hot, possessive stripe up my skin.

He does it again, sucking a mark into my throat while his thigh grinds up into me at a steady, punishing rhythm.

“Solnyshko…”

My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as I feel him everywhere—hard, unyielding, the only thing keeping me from shattering.

Every roll of my hips sends sparks through me, my clit throbbing, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him inside me.

I moan against his hand.

“Fuck,” he growls against my neck, teeth scraping my skin. “This is what you do to me. This is what you fucking do.”

He shoves me harder against the wall, then suddenly lifts me. My back hits the cold surface as my legs wrap around his waist. He yanks my jeans and underwear down just enough and frees his cock with his other hand.

No warning.

He lines up and slams into me with one brutal thrust.

His palm covers my mouth again, cutting off my cry. He’s so deep, so sudden, stretching me open while my back scrapes against the wall. He fucks me hard and fast, hips snapping up into me. Every thrust knocks the breath from my lungs.

His mouth finds my neck again, licking and sucking, marking me, claiming me in a way he’s never done before. I’m shaking, clinging to his shoulders, legs locked around him as he pounds into me, using the wall to drive deeper.

He doesn’t kiss my mouth.

He just fucks me like he’s trying to erase everything else.

I feel it building, my body tightening around him, pleasure so intense it hurts. His growl vibrates against my neck as his pace turns erratic.

“Come for me,” he grunts against my skin. “Now.”

I shatter.

I come hard, sobbing into his hand, my pussy clenching and pulsing around him as I nearly black out. He slams in deep, grinding into my clit, drawing out every pulse.

“Fuck!”

His whole body tenses. Then his hips stutter, and he drives in one last time, groaning as he spills inside me.

I shudder, still shaking from the aftermath, panting against his palm.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays buried deep, his breaths slowing, forehead pressed to mine, still holding me up against the wall. My legs wrapped tight around his waist.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I force my attention back to the hallway beyond the cracked door, listening past the pounding in my own head. Voices echo somewhere deeper in the terminal. Radios crackling. No alarms yet, but that won’t last once someone finds those bodies.

We need to move.