Page 19 of At My Worst

I am afraid she is going to fucking disappear. I am so scared she is going to throw her hands up and walk away from me, and it fucking terrifies me.

The man hands over what we ordered. I lower my hand from hers and take them, giving him a nod before I lead Bianca into the theater and to the last row in the back. As we got settled,I noticed Brittany sitting across from us. Of course, she fucking did.

I place my hand on Bianca’s leg as she watches the movie, but I have no intention of watching the movie. I want to watch her.

I will always want to watch her.

I lean in, resting my lips against her ear as I slowly slide my hand up her thigh under her dress, brushing my fingertips lightly against her skin.

“What are you doing?” She whispers.

“Ever wanted to be finger fucked by a stranger in a theater?” I whisper into her ear.

I feel her tremble under my touch. “You are so bad,” she whispers, but I can hear the desire in her tone.

I continue my light touches until I reach the apex of her thighs. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and when I brush my finger against her clit, I can feel the wet spot in her panties. Sliding my fingers under her underwear, I cup her pussy as I suck her earlobe into my mouth. A small moan escapes her as she places her hand on top of mine through her dress.

“Tell me, baby, you want me to make you cum on my fingers?” I ask as I kiss along her jaw. I pull back and grab her face, forcing her to turn and look at me. She grabs onto the armrest and my leg, her eyes now deadlocked with mine. “Are you my bad girl, Bianca?” I ask her, hearing the desire taking over my tone.

“Yes,” she moans. That is my good fucking girl.

A smile forms across my lips as I lean in, gently connecting my lips to hers as I move my fingers through her folds. She opens her legs wider for me making me smile against her lips as I push two fingers into her wet pussy.

I pull back, breaking the kiss. “Who do you belong to, Bianca?” I ask her.

“You.” She breathes out as I rest my forehead against hers. She starts to move her hips, forcing my fingers to go in deeper. A growl leaves me when I see Brittany watching us.

I tighten my grip on Bianca’s face. “Don’t ever doubt I want you, Bianca. You are the only one I want, do you understand?” I ask as I push a third finger inside her, stretching her. I can smell her arousal, and my cock throbs against my zipper, begging to be buried inside her.

“Yes,” she breathes out as she tries to keep from moaning.

I continue to fuck her with my fingers and press against her clit with my palm. I curl my fingers, rubbing against the sweet spot that will have her squirming in her seat momentarily. She digs her nails into my leg as her eyes roll back, and her pussy convulses against my fingers. I smash my lips to hers again, needing to take the moan from her, needing to feel her as her body comes undone around my fingers, giving me what I want.

Her.

Bianca hasn’t said one fucking word to me since we left the theater. She has shut me out again, and I can’t figure out why for the life of me.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me Bianca,” I confess, needing to break the fucking silence between us.

“What?” She asks as she turns and looks at me.

“Brittany, she doesn’t mean anything to me,” I confess again.

“It’s not her,” she says.

“Then what is wrong?” I ask her, looking her over. I hate how she can put so much fucking distance between us when I am sitting right next to her. She feels like a million miles away. I pull up to her house and turn to look at her.

She shakes her head and looks out the windshield. I see a tear roll down her cheek, and I lift my hand, but before I can do anything, she moves away from me.

I take a deep breath. “Please tell me what is wrong. What did I do?” I ask and beg her at the same time. I can’t fix what I have done if I don’t know what the fuck I did.

“Nothing, Alexander. You haven’t done anything; it’s me,” she says with confidence and sadness.

“What does that mean?” I ask, feeling my anxiety unravel out of control.

“I’m married,” she whispers.

My heart sinks into my fucking ass. “What?” I ask.

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