Page 33 of Rent Free

Almost too tight.

“You should tell me to go,” he repeated, likely trying to tell himself more than me.

That’s when I got angry. “Or maybe you should stop being a fucking pussy and take what you want.”

That was the worst thing to say.

At least, for his control.

“Take what I want?” he asked, voice low and scary.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” I pushed.

He smiled then.

I witnessed it in the mirror before he pushed my face down into the mattress, caught my panties in his free hand, and pulled.

He pulled hard, but they didn’t break.

He didn’t want them to break.

He wanted them to rub me wrong.

I squirmed underneath his touch.

“Clean?” he asked, sounding bored.

His cock said differently, though, when he pushed it into me again.

I clenched on nothing.

God, I wanted him inside me.

Even if it was just a finger.

“I had a test completed after my last long-term boyfriend, that was two years ago. And I’ve been with no one else since,” I shared.

He growled, something animalistic and satisfied.

“I was tested after my ex, too,” he said. “Clean as a whistle.”

I could feel my wetness now.

It was going to seep through my panties soon.

“I have an IUD,” I said.

How we were having this conversation so calmly while he was almost hurting me with my panties in one hand, and my face shoved into the mattress with the other, I didn’t know.

But it was working.

“Good,” he drawled as he placed one knee into the bed.

With the hand holding my panties, he yanked, exposing my bare flesh to him.

My nipples pebbled, and goosebumps broke out over every available inch of skin.

“You look so delicious,” he said as he pulled back.

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