Page 15 of Pounded in the Patch
But it feels too good to be wrong.
"You're so fucking tight," he groans, adding a second finger and making me cry out. "So perfect. Your pussy was waiting for me, wasn’t it? Look at it," he says as he removes his fingers and shows me how wet they are. “You’re weeping for me, baby.”
His thumb finds my clit at the same time his fingers plunge back inside me, curling at that perfect angle, and suddenly I can't think at all. There's only sensation—heat and pressure and pleasure so intense it walks the line of pain.
"That's it," he says, his voice low and throaty. "Let go. Stop fighting what you want."
I can’t want this. Ishouldn’twant this.
But my body is singing under his touch, every nerve ending alive and desperate for more. The vines around my wrists keep me from folding in on myself as he works me with large fingers, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
"You're close, aren't you?" He leans in, his lips pressing against my clit as he continues pumping into me. "I can feel your pussygripping my fingers like a fucking vice. How desperate you are. How much you want this." Each puff of his breath makes me jolt at the overwhelming sensation.
Yes. The word echoes in my head, but I refuse to say it out loud.
"Come for me, night monster," he whispers, and his voice so demanding it sends a new wave of chills through me. "Show me how pretty you are when you come all over my fingers."
His wet tongue flicks against my clit in tandem with the thrust of his fingers, and I shatter.
The orgasm hits me like lightning, tearing through my body with an intensity that makes me scream. My vision goes black, my muscles lock, and for a moment I'm lost to the ecstasy ofhim.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm shaking and gasping and completely horrified by what just happened. He's still touching me, still moving his fingers gently inside me, drawing out aftershocks that make me whimper. I want to close my legs to relieve how sensitive and exposed I’m feeling, but the vines stop me.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, finally withdrawing his hand and bringing it to his mouth. "Absolutely fucking beautiful." He opens his mouth, letting his tongue roll over his fingers in a flat, lazy motion. He tastes me. I mean,reallytastes me, licking until there’s none of me left on his fingers.
I can't look away from him. I can't believe I just... that I actually…
How is this real?
"Mmm," he moans, reaching for something at his belt. "I’ve had a taste, but I think I need more."
The knife appears in his hand—the same silver blade he used to cut my ropes earlier. The moonlight hits it perfectly, making it gleam brightly against the dark night.
He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me and I just let him?—
I inhale sharply, jamming my eyes shut as he brings it to my cheek. He uses the flat of the blade to trace patterns across my cold skin. The metal is icy against my overheated flesh, making me shiver and arch despite my fear.
"Relax," he says, noting my tension. "I won’t hurt you. Well," his smile turns sinister, "not in any way you won't thoroughly enjoy."
The knife trails down my throat, following the fake blood from my vampire costume. He pauses at my collarbone, using just the tip to trace the edge of my corset.
This is insane.He'sinsane.
And I’m fucking insane for not hating this.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" he questions, and I can tell one of his eyebrows is arched by the way his forehead crinkles above his mask.
I shake my head silently.
"I'm going to taste every inch of you," he says, sliding the knife lower. "I'm going to use my mouth and my tongue and my teeth until you're begging for more." The blade catches on a loose thread of my costume, cutting through it effortlessly. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."
Fuck.
The crude words should horrify me, but instead they send heat shooting straight between my legs. My body is already responding again, already wanting more of him.
"But first," he says, cutting my panties off and falling to his knees between my legs, "I want to taste what I've done to you."
His hands are on my thighs again, spreading me wider as he presses them into the dirt, and then his mouth is on me and I'm lost once more.
