Page 32 of Crybaby

I don’t let her finish as I reach for the tie on the dresser and shove it into her mouth.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

Her hooded eyes hint at her excitement, and I know the rougher I am with her, the quicker and the harder she’ll come.

“I’m going to take anything I want,” I state, peering down at Justine. “And I mean anything.”

I make my intentions clear when I cup her throat and squeeze lightly. I can feel her neck dip as she swallows beneath my grip. With my hand still around her throat, I reach around with the other and run them over her sex. No surprise, she’s wet and hot.

She doesn’t need a warm-up. I sink two fingers into her. A muffled moan escapes.

She can’t move because I am still pinning her down with my weight. I use that to my advantage as I increase the tempo of my fingers. I’m relentless and don’t let up until she’s thrashing wildly, pleading around the gag in her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I declare, removing my fingers from Justine’s pussy.

She watches breathlessly as I come to stand by the foot of the bed and kick off my boots and remove my pants. I leave my shirt on.

I don’t move. I simply stand still, looking at Justine, who scissors her legs impatiently.

I like that she’s impatient. But I can’t help but think of Darcie and how she would make me work for it. She would rather suffer in silence than let me know how much she wanted it. And that thought is fucking hot.

It turns me on that being with her isn’t easy. Half the time, I don’t know what she’s thinking. And I like that. I like that she’s challenged me from the first moment we met. I can read most people with ease. I know it’ll take a couple of minutes before I have Justine coming and coming hard.

But if this were Darcie, I don’t know if she’d thank me or set me on fire—literally—for making her come.

She keeps me guessing, and I can’t stop. I’m so fucking screwed.

Gripping my cock, I commence jerking myself off. My eyes are locked on Justine, and she watches my hand hungrily. I like that she can’t speak. I like that I’m in control.

“Please,” she begs from around the tie in her mouth.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I continue working my dick, wishing it was Darcie’s hand and not mine. Just the thought of that has me buckling and almost coming.

Justine arches her neck so she can get a better view. I like her watching me.

All I can think about is Darcie. The way her body felt pressed up to mine as we danced to some ridiculous song I would usually cringe at. But with her, everything feels exciting and new. I mean, I went to prom, for fuck’s sake.

But I had no qualms doing so because it was with Darcie, and I have a feeling that’s how I’d approach most situations involving her. Whatever she asked for…I don’t think I can say no to her.

I would kill for her.

I don’t know how or when I fell so deep, but I don’t question it because in this lifetime, you only meet a handful of people you have that instant chemistry with. And those people are ones you grab onto with both hands and never let go of.

The thought of her alone at prom has me gripping Justine’s ankles and roughly spreading her legs apart. I never go bareback, so I hunt for my wallet in my pants and grab a condom packet. Once I’m suited up, I kneel onto the edge of the bed, but it suddenly feels wrong to fuck Justine missionary.

I don’t want to look at her because it’s not her eyes, not her face I want to be looking at.

She has enough slack in her wrists as I haven’t tied her tight, so I slap her ass after flipping her onto her stomach. Her arms are twisted, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she arches her back, hinting at what she wants.

Positioning myself, I sink into her pussy in one hard stroke, her whimpers doing nothing to salve the burn for someone who isn’t her. But no one ever will because I’ve never wanted anything, anyone, more than I want Darcie.

I commence fucking Justine without apology because this is the fantasy she wants—to be ravaged by a stranger here to defile and abuse her against her will. So I fulfill her fantasy, all the while wondering just how far I will go to fulfill my fantasy of getting the fuck out of this town.

Gripping her hips, I fuck her hard, loving the way her ass quivers with every brutal stroke. Her muffled screams and the slapping of flesh are amplified in the bedroom, and it pleases me that although Justine is a means to an end, she’s enjoying herself. I’m not a total bastard.

She arches her back, offering me her ass, so I slip a hand under her stomach and coax her onto her knees. With her wrists still tied, she’s mine to do with as I please, and I reenter her—hard. She slumps forward from the force, but I don’t give her time to recover.

Anchoring her waist, I slam into her before pulling out slowly, which has Justine moaning in pleasure and pain because she wants to come. But when she does, I want her so lost to ecstasy that she won’t realize I’m stealing from her.

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