Page 38 of Kortlek

A loud snarl comes from him, and it scares me how animalistic it is. I don’t have the time to say anything else because in a quick, rough motion, he pushes his cock deeply inside me, bottoming out. A scream comes from me at the sudden intrusion, and his free hand covers my mouth, the other one squeezing my neck tightly.

He doesn’t give me the time to adjust — he just starts fucking me brutally. His hips slam against mine, and he keeps up the rhythm. It’s fast, hard, and rough. My eyes roll to the back of my mind, the overstimulation causing my heart rate to pick up.

Cove buries his face in the crook of my neck, both of his hands now firmly on my thighs, spreading them apart further. Another cry of pleasure slips from my lips, and I feel his cock twitch inside me.

“I knew you’d feel divine,’’ he groans into my skin. “What a good slut you are, bunny, letting me fuck you in a bathroom stall. Fuck, you’re gripping me like vice.’’

Tears stream down my cheeks from the intensity, and I hold onto his shoulders like a lifeline. Cove doesn’t seem to care that we’re being loud or that women have come and gone since we’d started this, but quite frankly — neither do I.

The rest of the world seems to disappear, and I can only focus on the pleasure he’s bringing me.

I knew this already. Cove isn’t sweet, he isn’t gentle, and he definitely isn’t kind. But why does all of that feel so good? I’m on cloud nine, unable to describe the amount of pleasure that’s rushing through my veins.

“Cove,’’ I scream out, the orgasm ripping through me. My body convulses, my climax soaking his cock. He doesn’t stop, though. If anything, he continues fucking me harder, slamming his hips into me, thrusting violently. I could almost feel him touching my fucking cervix, but it feels too good to stop.

I don’t want it to stop.

I can’t let him stop.

I want, I need more.

Cove slaps my thigh harshly, the red print of his hand already starting to form on my flesh. He bites down on my shoulder, and I cry out. He’s too fucking good at this, and I’m seeing stars.

A cry of disappointment slips from me when he pulls out. He lets me down on my feet, helping me stand for a moment. He spins me around, bending me over slightly. This isn’t the most sanitary place we could’ve done this, but I’m not in any position now to complain.

Instinctively, I arch my back. His hand connects with my ass cheek, and I moan out. He rubs the sore spot, chuckling to himself. With both hands, he spreads them, staring at my pussy. I feel so exposed, yet a chill of pure thrill washes over me, and I can’t help but glance back.

Cove looks like he’s in a trance. A look of bright obsession flashes in his eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. He blinks,and then before I can ask what he’s doing, he pushes his cock back inside me.

My moans of bliss fill the stall, the sound of our flesh together echoing. His hands grip my hips as tightly as possible without snapping the bones, and he slams into me like a madman. A deep groan comes from the depth of his chest before he slaps my ass again.

“So fucking wet for me, bunny,’’ he grits out, picking up the pace.

I manage to nod. “All for you, Cove.’’

As if to warn me, his fingers comb through my hair before pulling it back. I follow the movement, standing up. He doesn’t stop his brutal thrusting; instead, it seems to intensify. How fucking hard can this man go?

His lips are next to my ear, his whisper a dangerous promise. “It better be only for me, bunny. Because if I ever so much as hear another man is fucking you, I’ll kill him in front of you, then fuck you on his dead body. Do you fucking understand me?’’

“Yes,’’ I breathe out.

“Good girl,’’ he chuckles.

He pushes me back down and pulls me onto him, a scream coming from me. This is the deepest he’s been, and black dots start to form in my vision. My breath is heavy, and I can barely feel my legs. Yet, I don’t want to use the safe word.

I want to feel all of it. The pain mixed with pleasure is one of the greatest highs Cove’s allowed me to feel, and now that I have, I’m hooked. I don’t want him to stop. I need him to go even rougher, to test my limits and boundaries properly.

“Please,’’ I croak out. “More, Cove. I want more.’’

A loud laugh comes from him. My body tenses at the sudden, vicious sound. It reaches my ears, and instead of feeling an ounce of fear, my senses are filled with a sense of arousal. Another orgasm starts building in the pit of my stomach.

“You really are a fucking slut,’’ he chuckles. “How hard do you want it, bunny?”

“As hard as you can give me.’’

I glance at him over my shoulder. Cove’s staring at me, and I can’t read his expression. It’s blank, void of any emotions as he stills deep in me. His eyes flicker from my face to the way I’m wrapped around his cock, and a slow, lazy smirk tugs on the corner of his lips.

He doesn’t warn me.

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