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“What do you want?”

It’s a dumb question. Somewhere beyond the haze, I know exactly what he wants. He has me on my back again, my legs pulled as far apart as they’ll go. I’m not even sober enough to feel embarrassed by that.

Fuck him.

I continue to pull against him, but he pins me down to the mattress with his large hands easily. The fucking cunt bastard. He drugged me, and for that reason—and that reasonalone—he has the advantage. Otherwise, I’d be digging his eyes out with my thumbs right now.

Dipping his head between my thighs, he slides his mask up, exposing his mouth. I strain to see his face, but the lower half of my body is blocking my view. Then I feel it. His tongue snakes out and touches my core. I jolt again as he drags his tongue up the length of my pussy to my clit, and I can’t help it, I suck in a sharp breath.

“You fucking bastard,” I try to yell, kicking at him. But none of my limbs are working the way they should. Everything feels heavy and sluggish.

That gets another laugh from him, the deep rumble vibrating against my pussy. Oh, that feels nice.

Shit.

No.

This is fucked up.

I continue to twist, and he continues his assault on my pussy. He sucks me as his tongue pushes into my channel. I moan, tormented by the feel of his mouth devouring me.

Holy shit. Is this really happening?

His hands move to the globes of my ass, pulling me into him, his nose pushing against my clit. My thighs close around his head, squeezing as his tongue takes me deep.

I should reach out and grab his hair or something, make him stop, but I can’t seem to move. My arms fly out to my sides, though, and I grip the comforter for support, pulling weakly.

When he adds a finger, then another, to his onslaught, I actually come out of my physical body. My back arches and my head is thrust back like I’m possessed. Maybe I am. I do feel like I’ve been overtaken by some dark entity—a dark entity that currently has his tongue buried deep in my pussy.

The tension inside me builds, and the more I fight it, the more it intensifies. It’s like my mind and my body are on completely different planets. My body is eating up this guy's attention like a greedy whore, and my mind is horrified.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I grip my comforter tighter, bunching it up, and pulling it over my face. My body is on fire, and I know there’s only one way to put that fire out. Give in. Submit to this stranger’s mouth.

But what would that say about me? That I’m willing to submit to a stranger’s tongue? So, even with the drugs slithering through my system, I have to fight this. There’s no other choice.

My heel finds his shoulder, and I push as hard as I possibly can, trying to dislodge him. He responds by sucking on my clit—hard—and I let out a scream.

His fingertips dig into my ass painfully as he holds me more securely, his face still buried between my thighs. Then he takes my clit between his teeth and bites down. That’s all it takes. An orgasm slams into me so fast and so hard, stars explode behind my eyelids and all the air is sucked right out of my lungs. I gasp for several long seconds, until finally, the grip of pleasure loosens, then releases me and I melt back onto the mattress.

I’m panting now, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what comes next, when I see the stranger rise from his position between my legs. He doesn’t move to clean me up or cover me. Instead, he re-adjusts his mask and stares down at me. I can’t see his face, but he’s giving off some serious psycho-energy.

“You came on my tongue like a whore,” he says, his harsh tone grating over each word.

He’s the second guy to call me a whore today.

I open my mouth to spit out a reply, but with the drugs still snaking through my system, I can’t quite get the words out. I managed to scream something at him earlier, but I wonder now if it was even intelligible.

When it’s clear I’m trying to reply, but can’t, he chuckles under his breath. “My pretty little whore, how I’ll devour you.”

A split second later, he’s gone and a quiet stillness drifts over the room like a shroud. I lay there, blinking into the darkness, my body still vibrating from that insane orgasm.

That was the hardest I’d ever come in my life. It was so good. But even as that thought enters my mind, the specter of shame instantly follows.

I just came on a stranger’s tongue, and what’s worse, I enjoyed it…

CHAPTER FIVE

Lucas

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