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I choke back a cry.

He chuckles and waits.

He bites at the skin at the bottom left of my neck.

He pulls out and thrusts in hard.

I yelp, unable to stop myself.

He pulls out and stops, and I open my eyes after a few moments to look into his. He’s staring at me and rests his forehead against mine. “You belong to me, do you understand.”

I look into his eyes and nod slowly, and with that, I grip his arms as he starts slamming in and out of me, forcing me against the wall. I dig my nails into his arms and drag them down, leaving ugly red scratch marks on his skin.

He kisses me hungrily, then bites, then starts nipping at every inch of skin he can get to.

I tip my head back, and he licks from the nape of my neck up to the top before I tilt my head down and kiss him again.

He shifts, putting both hands under my ass to squeeze it hard.

I hold his shoulders, and he lifts me and uses the wall to balance my weight. I wrap my legs around him as he fucks me like his life depends on it.

Once or twice his dick pops out, and he humps against my pussy like a madman, which I always knew he was.

Then he pauses to guide his cock back in, and he’s fucking me again.

It’s when he’s got me well-balanced and he’s able to use one hand to slide between us and finger my aching clit that I see stars. I start to squirt; the bodily fluids intermingle with shower water as Robbie doesn’t stop.

“Stop,” I gasp. “Stop. I can’t… too much…”

“I say when you’ve had too much,” he grunts, continuing to finger my clit as fast as his fingers will go. It’s rough and pressured, and I’m trying to ride out an orgasm. It’s overstimulated, and I squirt again. He laughs aloud and lowers his head, nibbling on my breast as he resumes jackhammering me for all he’s worth.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be fucked with this kind of wild abandon.

“Ro… Robbie…” I whine out his name as I feel another orgasm coming.

“Close,” he grunts out.

He lowers me down, and I shakily stand, but it’s not long before he turns me around and bends me over, pushing back into me.

I whimper softly as he hits me from all new angles. I’m breathless and weak, but my head shoots up as I feel him push deep inside me and realize we’re doing this without a condom.

“Robbie…stop…Robbie…”

He pushes into me and holds my hips there as he shakily grunts out his satisfaction as his cum shoots into me. He doesn’t let it all go in, though, as he pulls away and sends a stream onto my back.

I rest against the wall, my legs shaking and the water slowly going cold because we’ve been in here too long.

Robbie sighs and smacks me on the ass cheek. “Good lass.”

I smile. I forgot how freeing it is to let go of perfection and fuck like animals in the wild with no care. I know Robbie is dangerous, but now I wonder if I should fear for my life or if this is a case where I should fear for my heart.

Chapter 9 - Robbie

I watch as she shakily stands up. I forgot what ecstasy it was to have my cock buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy. It makes me insane. I pick up her sponge and squeeze her shower gel 0n to it. She looks at me with a weak smile, and I gently wash her body. I massage her in circles, nothing sexual this time, as I slowly clean her off. As I sponge her, I glance at the deep, red scratch marks on my arms from where her nails practically took my skin off. They sting a little, and that is sexy as fuck.

I am especially gentle between her legs, and once I’m done with her, I smile down at her. “Do you want help getting out?”

She’s a little more steady, and she rinses the sponge off and puts more soap on it. “Not yet.”

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