Page 77 of Oblivion

Wiggling into a comfortable position, I lift her until she’s sitting on top of my half-hard cock, then slip my hand beneath the skirt of her dress.

“Evan,” she gasps, grabbing my wrist to stop my progress.

“Let go. Your skirt is long enough that no one can see.”

“Our house is five minutes away. Why can’t we do this at home?”

“We’ll go home soon, and you can bend over the seat while I fuck you from behind.”

Her shocked giggle is fucking music to my ears, and slowly her grip on my arm loosens. Sliding my palm up her thigh and between her legs, I smooth down her skirt with my free hand, making sure what I’m doing to her is hidden from view.

Finding the heat between her thighs, I run my fingers over the damp fabric of the tiny thong she put on this morning. I know she was hoping that the sight of her ass would have been enough to make me forget about last night, but it wasn’t. But right now, I’m glad that there’s only a scrap of mesh to push to the side as I dip my fingers into her folds, finding her clit and gliding over it as I find her entrance and push a single finger into her soaked hole.

“Evan,” she gasps, grabbing at my wrist again as I sink my finger in up to the knuckle.

“Widen your legs a little,” I growl against her ear.

It takes a moment for her grip to loosen, but the moment she lets go, her thigh muscles that had tightened around my arm relax too.

“Good girl,” I praise, pulling my finger from her sex, then immediately adding a second and pushing them back into her again.

Her breath hitches, and a tiny shudder ricochets through her as I slowly finger fuck her cunt, right out in the open, in full view of Lavern-fucking-House.

“Do you need to come?” I rasp against her ear.

“Yes,” she pants, unable to push back against my fingers from her position in my lap.

Slipping a second hand under her skirt, I find her clit and rub it.

“Make sure you’re covered,” I hiss, curling the fingers inside of her in a come-hither motion that makes a soft whine fall from her parted lips.

Her hands drop to her skirt, holding the fabric down while I toy with her beneath it. Her breath puffs out in choppy rasps as the front door to Lavern House opens and two campus security guards exit, followed by Trevor Landon pulling a huge suitcase behind him.

Sammy freezes the moment she sees him.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” I snarl.

We’re far enough away that we can’t hear what Trevor’s saying or what the stoic campus security are saying back to him, but we’re close enough to see the shock and anger and fear on his face.

“You did this,” I say, biting down on Sammy’s neck as I finger fuck her pussy hard and fast, pinching her clit and forcing pleasure from her, even as I make her watch while Trevor Landon is being expelled from the university.

“No, Evan. No,” she protests, but she’s too close to the edge, and I force an orgasm from her as tears spill from her eyes.

“You’re mine, Sammy,” I snarl, biting her a second time, hard enough to leave a mark on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Torn between pushing me away and keeping her skirt down so no one sees my fingers buried deep inside of her, she whimpers and cries.

“Again, I want you to come on my fingers while you watch that boy’s dreams be ripped out from under him. I want you consumed by pleasure while his life falls apart,” I tell her, rubbing and pinching her clit until she comes again, slapping her hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds of her orgasm.

As the peak of her release starts to fade, I don’t stop fingering her, prolonging her pleasure until the guards usher Trevor into the security cart, load his case onto the seat beside him, and drive past us on the way to the main gates.

“You’re mine, Sammy. My woman. My wild one. Fucking mine. Do you understand?” My voice is rough and hard, but Ineed her to hear my determination. I need her to learn that I’m not fucking around. That I’ll do everything I’ve told her I will do to make her mine and keep her.

“I hate you,” she whimpers.

“Today, you can hate me. Tomorrow, you get the fuck over it. That boy’s life is over, and it’s your fault. I won’t stop myself from ruining him, but because I love you, I won’t make you watch. That was the last time you’ll ever see him. From now on, you’ll forget his name, you’ll forget he ever existed. Today I’ll take every ounce of your hate, but tomorrow we go back to normal, and we start talking about our wedding.”

“I won’t marry you. Not now. Not after this,” she snaps, pushing at my arms, trying to free herself from my fingers that are still inside her.

“Because the feeling of your hot cunt around my fingers has me in a good mood, I’ll give you a choice. We can have the wedding of your dreams that you plan with a limitless budget next month, or we can have the wedding of my dreams this weekend, and you’ll have no say over anything except your dress. Pick.”

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