Page 15 of At My Worst

“Why?” I say, feeling my emotions becoming a little unhinged.

“Because it is all I have left to give, okay?” She yells at me. Her breathing becomes more unstable as I lower my hands from the wall and pull back.

“You are becoming my fantasy, Bianca,” I tell her.

“We need to stop this,” she says, but her voice is uncertain and distant—two things I don’t like, not with her.

“The fuck we do,” I say as I grab her throat and push her against the wall.

I grab the top of her leggings and stare into her eyes. There is no fear, no worry, only desire and lust, the same desire and lust I saw in her eyes on the dock.

“Ever wanted to fuck a stranger behind a bar?” I ask softly.

She smiles and nods. “Top of my list, Sir.”

I pull down her leggings and underwear, and she helps me by stepping out of them. Her lower half exposed, and I can feel the heat coming from her core through my pants. Fuck me.

I release my hold on her throat and unbutton and unzip my pants. I push them down with my boxers, letting them fall to my ankles as I grab onto her legs and lift her off of the ground. I slam her against the bar wall, her legs wrap tightly around my waist as I reach between us and grab onto my cock. I place the tip at her entrance, and she grabs onto my shoulders, her eyes locking on mine.

“Baby, you are driving me crazy, you know that,” I tell her, confessing to her.

“The feeling is mutual,” she confesses softly as I push my cock into her wet pussy.

I groan as I grab her ass and start thrusting into her. “You have been a bad girl, letting another man touch you,” I say in a low, dark tone.

“Yes,” she moans as I continue to fuck her pussy.

“Your body is mine, Bianca. All fucking mine. Do you understand me?” I demand.

“Yes, Sir,” she moans.

“The next man you let touch your body, that is not me, I will break his fucking fingers,” I warn as I pick up my pace.

Her back continues to hit the wall as her nails dig into my shoulders. Her pussy wraps tighter around me, taking my breath away. Our bodies fit perfectly together like a puzzle that was always meant to be.

“Tell me you are mine, Bianca. Tell me no other man will touch what belongs to me,” I beg her. Even if she needs to lie to me, I want her to fucking lie to me right now, in this moment.

“I am yours,” she moans as I lean in, resting my lips against her ear.

“Don’t make me hurt them, Bianca,” I warn her as her pussy wraps tighter around my cock. My bad girl loves the way I talk to her. She wants to belong to me. Her pussy has been fucking mine since I fucked her in the parking lot.

She is more comfortable with my dirty talk and me wanting to fuck her than she is with me wanting her, actually wanting her for her, but I would rather have a piece of her than not have her at all.

It makes me wonder what the fuck has happened to this gorgeous, breathtaking woman.

Who the fuck hurt her?

She screams out my name as she milks my cock, pulling my orgasm from me. Her body is shaking against mine as her head falls back against the wall. I watch her close her eyes and try to catch her breath.

She opens her eyes and looks down at me as I slowly pull out of her. She releases her legs from around my waist. I slowly lower her to the ground, and she lowers her hands from my shoulders, taking her touch with her. I lean in and connect my lips to hers.

The kiss is short-lived as I pull back and back away. We both lean down and grab our clothes, putting them on in silence again. She uses the wall to keep herself upright. I zip up my pants and watch her closely as she turns and looks at me.

I shake my head. “I will break his fucking fingers, baby, I swear. Test me,” I warn her.

She smiles and shakes her head. “You are crazy, you know that,” she says with amusement.

She has no fucking idea how crazy I am. “Crazy about you, Bianca,” I say softly.

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