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“You’ve been following me for weeks. You broke into my apartment. You cannot possibly think I believe that you’re just some crazed, lovestruck stalker.”
She hops off the desk and walks toward me, her hips swaying with every step. When she gets close, she jams a finger into my chest. Her gaze slides up to meet mine. Even in those boots, she’s still shorter than Olivia. But those fucking eyes.
Her voice drops to a sultry tone. “Why is that so hard to believe?” She slowly trails her finger down my body, my muscles tightening beneath her touch. “I’ve also been masturbating to fantasies of you for weeks too. Thinking about allllll the ways you would fuck me.”
Her finger reaches my belt, and I snatch her wrist and pull her arm away. I back her up into the desk until I’m pressed against her.
“So, you just want to fuck me?” I raise a questioning eyebrow.
She licks her bottom lip. “Yes.”
“I don’t think you know what you’re asking,” I rasp.
“I know what I want.”
I spin her around and grab her hair in my fist. My knife is out of my pocket and against her throat with a click. Running my nose up the length of her neck, I inhale her intoxicating scent. My mouth hovers over her ear.
“I’m not nice.”
“Good,” she breathes.
“I will fucking ruin you.”
“Please do.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“Even better,” she moans, rubbing her ass on my dick.
I am rock-hard. I was half erect the whole way home after hearing Olivia’s moans echo through the trees. If I keep this crazy bitch turned around, I can pretend she’s her.
“I’m going to make you regret coming here.”
I let go of her hair and shove her upper body onto the desk. After I flip up her skirt, I use the knife to cut off her red thong, letting it fall to the floor. I kick her feet apart and slap her pussy. Hard. She moans and her arousal leaks down her thigh. I slap it again and watch her quiver.
She does have a beautiful cunt. But the only one I will ever be fucking again is Olivia’s. The only one I will ever worship.
Keeping my hand with the knife resting on her back, I undo my pants and slide them down my thighs with my boxers. Leaning over the girl, I open one of the drawers and pull out a half empty bottle of lube. I store it in there so I don’t chafe from jerking off to Olivia so much.
Once I have enough on her ass, I toss it to the floor. I line up the head of my dick to her hole and she tenses beneath me.
“Wait—”
I slam my free hand over her mouth when I shove my dick inside of her. She screams into my palm. I slide back out and do it again, not giving a damn about prepping her first. She wanted it to hurt, and I will make it agony. I will make her never want to come near me again.
Lube and her blood glisten on my dick when I pull it back out. I feel her warm tears hit my hand and her muffled cries intensify. Her ass is so fucking tight. Olivia never let me near hers. She put up too much of a struggle for it to be worth it.
Her body goes slack on the desk, and I pull her up and back into my chest. I wrap one arm around her breasts, cupping the right one. Flashes of Olivia choking on his dick dance across my vision and I bring the knife back to her throat.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
Her hand lowers and she slides her fingers into her pussy. I thrust hard in and out of her ass. Her painful cries eventually morph into moans of pleasure, and my dick thickens inside of her. When her fingers pick up speed, so do I.
I can feel her fingers rubbing up against my dick through the walls of her pussy. And when she clenches around me—
Fuck. Why does this feel so good?
Olivia feels SO fucking good.
