Page 30 of Malicious Intentions

“Let you go? Oh, I don’t think so. Your pussy sure as hell doesn’t want me to go.”

He shoves a finger deep inside me, and I hate myself for the moan that slips from my lips. “No, you don’t want that at all, you beautiful liar.” His finger begins sliding in and out of me, and I’m horrified that my pussy grips it, trying to keep him inside.

“You want me, pretty little liar.” He shoves his finger back inside, the sensation feeling so fucking good that my resistance snaps, and I forget everything as I arch toward him. “So fucking wet for me.”

I grunt, trying to find the strength to resist him. “Get off me.”

He chuckles, whispering, “Nuh-uh. You ache for my touch.” He slaps my ass hard as I buck against him.

Wrapping one hand around my throat, he squeezes hard enough that he’s cutting off some of my air. His finger slides in and out of me, my soaked pussy making sloshing sounds that echo in the woods around us.

“Told ya. Your greedy pussy doesn’t want me to leave.” He adds a second finger, and I gasp, arching my back. My hips move toward him, and despite the shame flooding me, the pleasure he’s wrangling from my body is winning out.

No. Fight him.

“Stop,” I moan, my voice unconvincing, even to my ears.

“Oh, you don’t want that, pretty liar. This pussy is fucking dripping. You’d be pissed if I left you hanging.”

God, he’s right.

After what Evan did to me yesterday, I would be insanely pissed off.

This is Evan’s fault.If he hadn’t edged me, I wouldn’t be in this predicament, letting a masked stranger finger me.

“That’s right, little liar. Spread those legs wider. Show me that dripping, hungry cunt, begging for me to fill it.”

Jesus Christ.

His words make me wetter. I do exactly as he instructs, my kneecaps sinking into the cool, damp earth, the smell of pine mixing with my arousal, as I spread my legs wider for him.

He smacks my ass hard, then massages it. I yelp before a moan slips out.

“Please.”

“Please, what, Lexi? Use your words.”

“How do you… Know my name?”

He smacks my ass harder, and I whimper. “That’s not what you were begging for. Tell me or I’ll fucking stop.”

I swallow hard, his hand still around my throat. He squeezes a little tighter, and I give in to his demands. “Touch me. My pussy aches for your touch.”

“Mmmm. That’s what I like to hear.” He loosens his hold around my neck and shoves three fingers inside me.

“Too much,” I whimper.

“Shhh, little liar. You can handle it.” His movements are slower now that he has three digits inside me, filling and stretching my tight pussy. “See. Your tight pussy is taking my fingers so well.”

“Fuck,” I moan, sweat coating my skin as he continues filling and stretching me.

“Oh, yes. Look at that beautiful pussy gripping my fingers. Such a good fucking girl.”

Releasing my neck, he slaps my ass, then uses his thumb to massage my clit. My pussy relaxes, loosening slightly around his fingers, allowing him to slide in and out of me more easily.

“You’re such a good girl. You like me teasing your clit, don’t you?”

I whimper, arching my back and thrusting my ass toward him. “God, yes.”

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