"Please – ” I’m crying now. Tears streaming down my temples into my hair. ”Please don’t – ”
He withdraws his fingers. Brings them to my mouth.
“Taste yourself. Taste what a desperate little animal you are.”
I press my lips together. Resist.
He grabs my jaw. Squeezes until my mouth opens.
Shoves his wet fingers inside.
"Suck.”
I taste myself on his skin. Salt and musk and undeniable arousal.
“See?” He sounds satisfied. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your mouth lies.”
He pulls his fingers out. Stands. I hear the sound of a belt unbuckling, pants being pushed down.
Then he’s kneeling between my spread legs.
“Hold her tight,” he tells the others. “She’s going to fight.”
He doesn’t ease in.
Just notches himself at my entrance and slams home – burying his entire length in o
