Page 67 of Stay Toxic

I should’ve found a way to leave.

Should’ve taken a step back and evaluated my life.

Should’ve…

He stalked back into the room, and I glanced behind him to see if anyone was following.

They weren’t.

When I next glanced at him, he was practically on top of me.

I opened my mouth to apologize for once again getting into his business when he caught me.

One second I was standing on my own two feet, my fingers twirling around the hem of my skirt, and the next I was pinned against the wall.

I gasped, my breath leaving my lungs in such a rush that I went lightheaded.

That lightheadedness continued when in one swift push and tug, my skirt was rucked up to my waist, and my panties were torn right off my body.

Now bare, I was staring in shock at the man whose face looked like a thundercloud.

“What the fu…” I started to say, but in one swift move, I was shoved down onto a cock.

I howled out in surprise.

Not in a bad surprise way, but in an “oh my god, that feels fantastic” kind of way.

My fingernails dug into the side of Shasha’s neck, likely breaking skin, but I couldn’t stop myself because the shock of having his thick, long cock inside of me taking up every available inch of space and more was too overwhelming.

“Why?” he gasped when he started to pound inside of me, giving me no time to adjust.

This wasn’t a finesse thing.

This was a primal thing.

There was no love or kindness in the way he was fucking me.

His eyes were angry and hot, showing just how pissed he was at me for walking in on that.

He might or might not think that I’d done it on purpose. He’d probably not believe that I was in here innocently. That it was just a huge coincidence.

I mean, what were the odds?

I could see him thinking I’d followed him here.

But…

His angle changed, and my legs tightened around his hips.

His hands went to my ass, and the fingers of both hands brushed my asshole, rocketing the taboo factor up ten notches.

My head dropped to rest against Shasha’s, and my eyes closed so I no longer saw the anger, lust, and intensity in his gaze.

Our breaths mingled as he continued to fuck the hell out of me.

There was no other word for what we were doing.

“You’re so big, Shasha,” I whispered fervently, my body ratcheting up notch after notch. “Fuck, I feel so full.”

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