Page 54 of Degrees of Control

Charlie shook her head. She tried to wriggle off the bench but the stranger pinned her in place with his hands. There was no trace of humor in his eyes. “We’re not done here.”

“Please,” she whispered. “Thank you for-for…that, but I have to go.”

Still holding her legs open, the man wedged his hips between hers. He’d freed his cock, she could feel hot skin pressed against her pussy.

“I don’t want to get mean with you, darlin’…” He grinned in a way that suggested he loved getting mean. “But unless you want your boyfriend to find out about the tongue bath I just gave your pussy, this ain’t over.”

Charlie’s breath hitched. “You told me you just wanted to touch me.”

The stranger laughed as though she was the most naive thing he’d ever seen. “I lied, honey.”

“You can’t…”

“I can’t what? Can’t go to your man with your pussy all over my hands and my face and tell him you rubbed yourself off on me like a bitch in heat? You think I can’t do that?”

Arousal bloomed anew between Charlie’s legs. “Please don’t.”

He gave her an arrogant smile. “You gonna give up that pussy like a good girl?”

She nodded.

“Then this can be our little secret. Give me what I want, and your man won’t be any the wiser. Now hold still.”

A fist collected her sodden panties and tore them open. Charlie felt a twinge of regret.They were cute.

A condom packet was also ripped open, the movement so sudden she gasped.

The stranger glared at her. “You don’t let me get this on, I’m gonna fuck you bare, sweetheart. And it’s all I can think about, so don’t fucking push me.”

“Okay.”

Charlie watched him roll the condom down, biting back the insane urge to tell him to do it. To put in inside her bare just for the wildness of it. The wrongness of it. The stranger drew the head of his cock up and down her sensitive lips and she cried out in what she hoped sounded like aversion. The stranger smirked. “Don’t act coy, I can feel you shudderin’ around me.”

He eased the tip of his cock inside her and Charlie’s tortured flesh contracted. He groaned as he slid even deeper. “Christ, you feel good. How’s it for you?”

She whimpered. “It’s too big, it hurts.”

“Kinda makes you wonder what your boyfriend’s packing, huh?” The stranger laughed and pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his rock-hard chest. He returned his hands to her hips. “Your cunt’s like butter, sweetheart. I could go balls-deep and you’d just take it, wouldn’t you?”

She shook her head, so he did it seemingly just to spite her. The sudden sensation was unbelievable, it was like he was stroking every nerve ending in her pussy at once. He pulled out, and surged forward, bringing their chests together, his hot and flexing, hers still covered in scraps of silk and lace. She was so exposed this way, her legs wide, the babydoll fluttering around her hips. The denim of his black jeans scraped her inner thighs as he fucked into her, heightening the brutish sensation of being taken. Forced. Charlie reached up and yanked a fistful of his thick blond hair and the stranger groaned and worked his hips harder. “That’s it, girl, fight me. Make that cunt tighter.”

He tugged his jeans down his thighs, exposing the flexing hip muscles that led to his groin. Charlie bit down on her lip as another wave of arousal crashed over her. “Please…please just stop.”

“Not gonna happen. Tell me you want this.” His hips slammed into hers, a raging tide striking the ocean shore. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” she gasped. “I can’t help it, but I can’t take this anymore.”

He drove harder, working in fast, deliberate strokes designed to bring her to the edge. “Yes you can. Come on, honey, do it. Come on my cock.”

“I can’t—too much.” She hovered in the red zone, too raw to come again but unable to fight the tide.

“Do it. Just look at me and do it.”

Charlie opened her eyes a sliver and saw James’ gorgeous features twisted up in pain. He was delaying his own release, waiting for her to make it. The knowledge that it was him playing this game with her made her cunt throb and her nails dig down.

“James, James,James.”

“That’s right, baby,” he muttered into her neck. “It’s me fucking you.”

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