Page 28 of Mutual Prey

“Well, get off of me, or you won’t be doing either.”

“The thing is, I don’t want to get off of you.” He pulls up my dress, pulling away from me just enough that he manages to run a hand over the swell of my ass. “I don’t want to ever get off of you. I want to keep you.”

I really shouldn’t be getting so turned on by the guy I’mplanning to kill in… I manage to wriggle one of my hands just enough to catch the time on my wrist watch.

In just a little over two hours.

It’s almost ten. Holy fuck. Has he really been fingering me in that obsessive, relentless way for nearly hour? No wonder I’m so numb.

“You’re deranged,” I choke out.

“Right back at you, baby.” His fingers go back to stroking my clit, and I cry out in discomfort.

“I’m going to spontaneously combust if you keep touching me there.”

“Hmm. Well, I guess that’s one way to die.”

He rubs back and forth, and my eyes water.

“Finn. Please!”

“Pleasewhat?”

I grit my teeth. “Please…Daddy.”

“That’s better.” He pulls his hand away, and I sigh in relief. “But you said I could fuck you.”

“I… well… not exactly.”Yes. “I’m just bored. Either fuck me or let me go. Or kill me. Just dosomething, for fuck’s sake.”

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles in my ear, raising his hand to swat my bottom, which is still sore from this morning. “One of these days, I’m really gonna have to beat your ass for all that cussing.”

“Oh, yeah? What the hell was it you were doing this morning?”

“That was just foreplay, baby.”

“Psycho.”

“Uh huh. That makes two of us.” He pulls down my panties, and I feel the tip of his cock nudge between my cheeks.

“Finn! Be careful of that dress! And the panties! It’s all Dior! Ow! Where are you putting that?”

“I thought your pussy was sore.”

I clench my teeth as I feel his cock push in. He didn’t use lube, and after getting fingered for so long, my pussy is as dry as sandpaper. There’s no moisture he can coat himself in to make it easier. But he doesn’t let that stop him, slamming his way in, his balls hitting my sore cheeks.

I bite down on a yell, stars forming in front of my eyes.

“What the hell, Finn?”

“You said your pussy was sore,” he reminds me again. “So I’m fucking your ass instead. This is me showing I care. Say thank you, Daddy.”

“Asshole.”

He pumps into me so hard I’m almost brought to my knees. A strange strangled sound escapes my throat, somewhere between a cry and a moan. It hurts sogood.

“Go on. Say it.Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Ow!”