Page 13 of Always Salty

A shiver of fear traveled down my spine, one that warned me that I might be in over my head.

But that hand that’d found bare skin was traveling up the inside of my left thigh, fingers grazing over the seam of my panties before he said, “Spread your legs.”

I swallowed hard, and gave him what he asked for, spreading them just far enough that his hand could fit between them.

“More,” he ordered.

I gave him a little more.

Which, apparently, wasn’t enough because the next time I spread my thighs apart, it was by him kicking my feet and forcing me as wide as he wanted me.

I whimpered and tried to speak, but his fingers pressed down onto my tongue, causing me to gasp instead.

“Don’t say anything, or we’ll be caught,” he asserted. “We’re not protected by the club.”

I closed my eyes as I started to get dizzy.

Way, way, way over my head.

What had I been…

His fingers found the leg of my panties, and all of a sudden, his large fingers were delving between my folds, heading straight for…

My wetness paved the way for his fingers, three of them, to slip inside of my pussy without any preparation.

One second, I was empty and needing more, and the next his fingers were buried deep, the webbing of his fingers the only thing stopping him from going farther.

I moaned, and his fingers left my mouth before my face was turned toward him.

He took my mouth, and I closed my eyes as my senses started to get assaulted on all fronts.

I was so lost in thought, my orgasm only a few curls of his fingers away, when everything stopped.

He pulled away with a dark chuckle, his mouth going to my neck, as his fingers continued to stroke in and out of me slowly.

“I need more,” I begged.

Required was more like it.

If he didn’t get me off in the next ten seconds, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

“You’re not in charge here, darling,” he rasped, his voice so deep that another twinge of awareness pierced through the fog of pleasure.

That sure didn’t sound like Craig…

But that thought dissipated when his fingers came out and flicked my clit.

I nearly dropped to my knees at the assault of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed me.

“Stay there and be a good girl,” he ordered as he slowly started lowering himself down on his haunches.

Then my back was slamming against a likely dirty brick wall, and my leg was curling around his shoulder as he guided it there.

I had just enough time to think, “I should’ve gotten rid of my panties,” when they were cut free of my body with a knife.

I blinked down at the masked man in shock, trying to place the position of the blade in the darkness, but didn’t accomplish anything.

It was too dark, and before I could comment, his mouth was suctioned to my clit, and I was keening in surprise.

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