Page 19 of Dirty Little Secret

"That's it, good girl. I knew you liked it, my perfect little slut."

His hips jerk, arms tightening around me. My lashes flutter as I feel his cock twitch, the warm flood of his release soaking my insides. He groans softly, snarling another curse into my shoulder. His hand finally loosens over my mouth, sliding down to hold my neck. His grip is comparatively gentle, but still warning.

"Good girl," he purrs again, making me shiver and bite my lower lip. "Close your eyes, baby."

I obey, another whimper escaping when he pushes me onto my hands and knees and slips out of me. Immediately a thick trail of his release follows, staining my thighs and the thong of my underwear when he puts them back in place. He laughs. I hear him getting to his feet and correcting his clothes.

Then, footsteps walking away. Suddenly, I'm freezing cold and shaking beyond belief. My wrists and knees ache, I'm sorer than I ever thought I could be. It's difficult to get back to my feet, and my cheeks heat up when I feel more of his release leaking out of me.

I feel disgusting, dirty – ruined, almost. Tingling from head to toe.

I feel perfect.

“Andrew?” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

Silence.

Feeling deliciously used, I try and cover myself with my dress, but the zip is broken. I spy his jacket on the ground and pull it on, breathing in his scent.

He left it for me.

Standing up, I work my skirt of my dress down, the throbbing pleasure still singing through my core as I struggle for breath. The intense mix of fear and pleasure is intoxicating. Nobody has ever fucked me like that. I stand there with a stupid grin fixated on my face, not sure what to do, not sure if he’s really gone.

My phone buzzes.

Andrew: Go home and rest, baby girl. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’re safely inside your apartment.

My heart thunders in my chest. There are so many things I want to ask, that I need to say, but where do I even start? I want him to do that again. I want him to do everything to me. Anything. All of it.

I follow the path which I hope is in the direction of my apartment, a giddy smile on my face because I can feel him watching me. All sorts of emotions stir in me. What was going through his mind while he was fucking me? Did he enjoy it as much as I did? Everything about tonight was even better than I imagined. All those nights, alone in my bed where I let my mind wander to its darkest depths, nothing has ever compared to this.

The feeling of being watched persists and I try to walk normally, praying I’m not lost. Not that I’m worried. I have no doubt Andrew would help me if I was. The wind picks up and for a moment I’m right back there on the ground, bent over and exposed for him. The feel of him inside me is all I can think about. Hell, it’s all I want to think about.

How do I convince him to give me more?

Because I need more.

God, even right now, sore and dripping with his essence, I want him to drag me back down to the ground and fuck me all over again. I smile as it hits me how messed up this is.

My ex-boyfriend’s father just raped me in a public park, and I loved every damn second of it.

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