Page 338 of Rage

I didn’t like silence, didn’t like Tara’s silence. The further we walked, the more my anxiety grew, so I reached for her hand, interlacing our fingers. She’s capable of so much violence, and just knowing we were going somewhere dangerous where the possibility of her getting hurt or worse had me on edge.

My hand trembled as I gripped hers tightly. Looking at her, trying to gauge her mood, my heart sank when I saw two hollow green eyes. Her hand was lax in mine. She didn’t hold mine back, but I ignored the feelings of rejection I constantly felt, following her into the night.

“Here we are, baby,” Tara said coldly, turning us down an alley in between two dilapidated looking buildings.

We stopped walking near a dumpster that had fallen on its side in the darkest part of the alley. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Tara shoved me against the wall, pinning me in with her hands on either side of my head. I gasped, startled. I opened my mouth to speak, but she didn’t let me.

She kissed me hard. It differed from what it usually was.

Inching closer to me, she pressed her body onto mine as her tongue explored my mouth in the most passionate kiss I’dever had. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I absorbed every second, every moment.

Reaching my hands up, I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer. Pulling away, we were both panting and out of breath,

“Alaina…” Tara whispered, resting her forehead against mine.

“I love you, Tara. So fucking much.” I tried confessing again, desperate for her to say those words back.

She quickly pecked my forehead, stepping away. My heart sank, shattered all over again.

“Wait here, baby. Stay in the darkness until I come back. Don’t move, you understand?”

“Yes,” I said harshly, surprising myself with how cold I sounded.

Tara cocked an eyebrow at me, gripping my chin roughly, and pushed me into the wall again. She glared at me, scanning my eyes, trying to understand my shift in mood.

“Yes, what?” she purred.

Lowering my eyebrows, I glared right back at her, heartbroken and angry.

“Don’t make me force it out of you, Alaina.”

Holding my ground, I held eye contact with her, but couldn’t help the shiver of desire dancing across my skin.

“Fine.”

Tara unbuttoned the front of my jeans and unzipped them, shoving her hand down the front, underneath my panties. Her chilly hands found my wet pussy ready for her. Pressing my palms into the wall behind me, I panted heavy breaths as she pressed two fingers inside me.

“Is this what you need, then?” She pumped her fingers inside me, deep and rough. When I didn’t reply, she reached up withher free hand, gripping my hair at my scalp, yanking my head to the side.

“I asked you a fucking question, Alaina.”

Pressing her fingers as deep as she could, she curled them, hitting just the right spot, forcing my hips to move to grind on her hand. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the wall, entranced by the sounds of my wet pussy taking her hand. I just wanted to cum so desperately. My focus is always on her and her pleasure. When she was done, we were done, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Just…Fuck. Make me cum for once, Tara. Please…” I whined, her movements halting.

Opening my eyes to meet hers, I could see her mind trying to comprehend what I said.

“Fine.” Her movements continued, and she released my hair to cover my mouth. “But if you make a sound and draw attention to us, you will never cum again, understood?”

I vigorously nodded, desperate for a release.

Her hand shifted to cup my cheek as she added her thumb to circle my clit. She watched me intently, tracing my bottom lip with her tongue. Fighting to suppress my moans, I sucked her thumb into my mouth, humming and dragging my teeth along its length.

“Cum for me, baby girl, I need it now,” Tara ordered. I was so close, the swell of my orgasm rising in my core, building and growing. “I said cum for me, Alaina. Cum. For. Me.”

Each pause was a harsh, deep thrust of her fingers.

“You like this, don’t you, baby? Being in public, riding my hand?”

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