The Urge

“Shit, Stella, what are you doing here? Didn’t you get the message?”

If it had been anyone else, she might have been more worried about his quiet yet frenzied voice.

“What did you want, Zane?” She scowled.

He showed her his phone and a campus-wide alarm text: Active shooter alert. Stay off campus.

Oh shit. The blood drained from her face, a chill rushing through her despite the summer sun.

This had to happen on the day she forgot her phone. That’s why there was no one around. It was summer break, but there were always a few people, especially in this lovely weather.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he whispered.

He grabbed her arm and she let him lead in quick, hurried steps. She barely registered where they were going.

A loud bang sounded nearby. Too close.

She slapped a hand over her mouth to cut off her scream, her heart suddenly racing.

They ran.

Stella almost tripped on a loose brick. This part of campus could use a little work, but that wasn’t her concern. Especially not right now.

“I got you,” whispered Zane. His arms kept her from falling on her face. She nodded her thanks and they kept running across the quad.

The last person she’d thought would rescue her was Zane, the high school asshole who she’d managed to go to the Zanee college with. But considering the circumstances, it wasn’t so odd.

“We can hide in there!” He pointed at the library. It was the largest building nearby--they could easily lose themselves in the maze of halls and find a room to wait in. They ran up the steps and through the large wooden doors.

Only the lights in the entry hall were on. They dashed down a dimly lit hall and began to try a few doors but most of them were locked.

“In here!” Zane had found an unlocked door and shoved her inside. It turned out to be a small closet with shelves and mops, unlikely to fit both of them. She spun to protest but Zane was already stuffing himself inside, pushing her until her back smashed against the clutter. He quietly closed the door, shutting them in the dark.

Stella tried to make more room. The shelves seemed to be angled so that she could lean back a few inches. Zane stumbled into her, his body falling on hers for a moment before he regained his balance.

There was a quiet thump and he cursed. “There’s something over my head. I’m going to lean over you, ok?” He pressed up against her as they panted and tried to be quiet. Both of his hands rested on her shoulders as she clutched his sides. She could feel his breath on her face and his chest rising up and down against her breasts.

Stella’s overactive senses focused on the body between her hands, pinning her against the clutter in this cramped space. She’d always thought Zane was hot. A complete asshole, but he had a great dad bod kind of a body. She kinda wished he was shirtless now. It was so tempting to squeeze. She blushed, glad it was too dark for him to see.

A thin summer dress barely covered her perky tits. She kept herself fit through gymnastics. Her make-up was light with only a quick brush of lipstick. Her face didn’t need anything more.

Footsteps sounded in the hall.

She inhaled sharply, and Zane’s hand flew over her mouth. His whole body was tense and he was holding his breath.

She’d sucked in a lungful of his heady, musky cologne, and his body felt surprisingly good. The threat outside only amplified her reaction. She swallowed, her cheeks burning.

The footsteps faded.

His hand left her face and rested on her shoulder. “You ok?” He whispered.

“Yeah. Thanks.” He could probably feel her heart beating way too fast. He started to rub her neck, his firm hands warm and comforting. She was shaking; his hands felt nice.

“We’ll be fine. Just stay quiet,” he murmured. Then his hips shifted, and she suddenly realized what was prodding her in the stomach--he was hard. She froze.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Stupid horny male bodies, yeah?”

She eased again. “Yeah. It’s ok.” She was reacting the Zanee way, after all.

He let out a breath and leaned into her more, his head next to her ear. “Is this ok? Hard to keep myself propped up.”

As he moved, her arms shifted to settle on his back in an awkward hug. He was resting most of his weight on her while she was haphazardly supported by the slightly angled shelves behind her. There was space for her head to lean back, but not much else. He was heavy but it felt comforting, safe.

“Mmhm.” She hoped he thought she was tense because she was afraid. She was afraid--and she could feel him through her thin summer dress. His breath next to her ear wasn’t helping.

Her own breathing quickened as his intoxicating scent and heavy warmth turned her fear into something else. She swallowed a whimper.

His hands slowly massaged her arms and shoulders, probably trying to relax her. She should have told him to stop, but it felt good. He felt strong and safe and so good. She sighed.

His hands reached to her back and began to work on her there. She arched a little, pressing against his cock. He stiffened, his hands flattening on her lower back.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Sorry.”

He chuckled, the soft sound tingling down her spine. “Not your fault.” His hands went back to gently rubbing circles on her skin. She couldn’t help squirming, letting out a soft sigh now and then.

“Am I hurting you?”

“N-no,” she groaned. She should really tell him to stop.

Footsteps walked past again. They froze.

After a minute of silence, he sighed. “We should probably stay in here until the all-clear alert.”

“That could be hours!”

“Do you want to go out there?”

“No...”

He petted her back, brushing his fingers over her spine. She arched again and bit her lip. Maybe a few hours of this wasn’t so bad.

One of his hands stroked up and down her side, over her ribs, her waist, to her hip. It was an intimate caress that was melting her, heating her core. She pressed her hands against his back and moaned, trying to make it sound like a scared whimper.

Zane’s hand suddenly dipped to her thighs, between her legs before she could clamp them closed. Her head started to clear as he squeezed and groped the flesh of her inner thighs.

“Stop that,” she whispered urgently, reaching to push him away and bumping into something with a soft thud. She went still.

His low laugh wasn’t kind. “Don’t move, you might knock something over.”

“Get your hand out of there!” she hissed. She’d been letting him touch her all over. She should have told him to stop much earlier.

He shoved her dress up her hips and pressed his fingers against her panties. “I don’t think you actually want me to.”

She bit back a yelp. She was embarrassingly wet. Soaked. He rubbed her pussy as expertly as he’d massaged the rest of her.

“Please don’t,” she gasped, forcing herself not to press against his fingers, not to open her legs and beg for more.

He didn’t need the encouragement. His fingers slid against her opening through the thin cloth, then up for a gentle rub on her clit. She flinched. He rubbed harder, faster as her breathing became erratic and she tried to squirm away. Definitely away, not against that delicious pressure. She was not going to come in this asshole’s fingers.

He shoved her panties aside and ran a finger around the folds of her slick entrance. She tensed. The finger continued to tease her lips, his thumb joining to press light circles around her clit as his finger worked the wet, sensitive flesh of her entrance. She panted as quietly as she could, wanting and hoping and dreading that he would--

A finger slid inside her.

She moaned and clenched the intruding digit as a tear fell from her eyes.

His other hand clamped over her mouth. “Shh. You don’t want to make too much noise.” Then his dark laughter sent a thrill through her spine.

She whimpered as he stroked her, in and out quickly, methodically, his thumb brushing her clit. “You are dripping wet. Mmm.”

He slipped in another finger and drove into her faster. Her thighs quivered and squeezed, her hips humping at his hand. She didn’t want to come on his fingers, but she wanted to come.

She needed to come.

She needed him to stop.

She hoped he wouldn’t stop.

“No...” Her plea was weak.

No. Yes. No. She gasped. Her body tensed and squeezed his fingers. Pleasure rolled through her. Heat spread from her pussy outwards, drowning her mind as she came.

He chuckled, his warm breath in her ear. “That’s it. Good girl,” he purred. He kept stroking and rubbing while she thrust unwillingly, milking his fingers and wishing, terribly, that it was his cock.

Once she was at ease, he settled her panties back in place and wiped his hand on her dress. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She swallowed. “You’re an asshole.”

He made a disapproving noise, his voice still doing dangerous things to her. “That’s not very nice. I just made you feel amazing. Admit it.”

“I hate you.” It wasn’t a very vehement remark, her body too languid and her mind a confused puddle.

His hips began to rub his cock against her. “Maybe, but I think you love my body.”

She hated what his body was doing to her. She hated that she wanted more. “Stop. Please just stop.”

She felt his shrug. “Nah. I’m having fun. You are too--your body anyways.”

He licked her ear. She shuddered. His soft, warm lips returned to suckling her neck, his tongue bathing her skin.

His hands rubbed her sides, reaching up to cup her breasts. He squeezed a few times but seemed unsatisfied as he dragged his fingers to her shoulders and pulled the straps of her dress aside. He yanked the cloth down, now bunched up around her waist. His deft fingers released her bra and his warm hands squeezed her tits. “Nice. You always had some of the best tits around.”

“You’re disgusting,” she hissed.

“You like it.” He buried his face in her neck again, nuzzling her pulse.

His hands wandered back between her legs and he tugged her panties away, shoved them to her ankles. She heard the quiet sound of a zipper over his wet licking, then felt his warm cock rest against her pelvis.

She panicked. “I-- I’ll jerk you off. Just please stop after that.”

His laughter tickled her ear, and had her arching into that hard cock. “But you’re so wet. Your body wants to be fucked. I can’t possibly refuse.”

“No! Don’t! I don’t want this! I don’t want you!” She tightened her thighs together. He pried them apart effortlessly. His hand cupped her pussy again, a finger sliding into her eager wetness. “Yes, you do.”

More tears leaked from her eyes, tracing a path down her cheeks that he began to lick up. “Please...” she sobbed.

“Oh, sweet Stella. It’s ok. Don’t cry. I’ll make you feel good.”

He kneed her legs apart almost gently, slowly making room for himself until the hard length of his cock was nestled right up against her pussy. She put her hands on his chest and pushed but he didn’t budge. Her legs twisted in a futile effort to close, to protect herself. All she did was rub herself against him.

While she tried to escape his cock, he claimed her lips. “Mmph!” His tongue forced her lips apart, licked at her clenched teeth.

At that moment, his thick cock thrust into her in one quick motion. She gasped and his tongue invaded her mouth. He held himself still inside her while lazily exploring her mouth, brushing and teasing her tongue. He sucked and nibbled at her lips before he leaned back to her ear.

“No, nonono,” she moaned. “Please pull it out, please don’t do this.”

She felt so full. His cock was stretching her and pressed right up against her cervix. It was an effort not to cry out. Not to push back. Her hungry pussy wanted more. She wanted to scream.

He groaned as he pulled out. She was hopeful for a moment, but he kept the tip in her.

“Oh fuck,” he panted, “you’re so wet, and warm, and tight.” With every other word, he thrust a little deeper back inside her.

“Stoooop,” she groaned. It wasn’t a moan--she refused to enjoy this.

“Mmm. Your pussy doesn’t want me to stop.” He thrust all the way in and ground against her, putting his weight on her clit while his cock massaged her pussy. She quivered and tried to concentrate on the uncomfortable shelving digging into her back. Then his hands grabbed her ass and he started slowly pumping in and out of her. She couldn’t help but focus on the feeling of his cock plunging all the way in and dragging slowly out before filling her up again, and again, and again.

He groaned. “How about this,” he said while thrusting, while she felt every inch moving in her. “If you don’t come on my cock, I won’t come inside you.”

“No! Don’t come inside me! Please, I’m not on birth control!” she begged, renewing her attempts to get away. He almost slipped out, then slammed into her, making her gasp and shake.

“Then you better not come.” He laughed quiet and low, thrusting a little faster, a little harder.

He felt good. Too good. Every time she tried to shift away, her movements just made him touch a different part of her, reaching a little deeper inside her. He made sure to grind against her clit with every thrust, just the perfect amount of pressure. Fuck, he was good. If only he wasn’t raping her.

The thought sent a rush of heat to her core. She was getting off on being raped. Shit.

He increased his speed again, wrapping his arms around her back in a tight hug and panting in her ear. “Come for me, Stella. Come on my cock. You know you want to. I can feel your pussy gripping me, and you’re getting real warm all over. Come on. It’s ok. Let go. Fuck. Fuck, you feel good.”

“N-no. No...” She shook, tried to hold still, tried to resist, tried not to feel how the hard length of him was stroking her so perfectly. Her tension made it worse. In and out, in and out. He was relentless. Her head tilted back and she gasped.

“Nooooo--!” She panted as the first wave of pleasure hit her, spreading through her body. She couldn’t stop her hips from shoving closer to him, trying to get more pressure, trying to force his cock deeper as she felt her pussy clamp down and squeeze him as hard as she could, pulsing in time with his thrusts. She bit her lip, choking back her moan.

“Yes, that’s it,” he cooed. “Good girl. Fuck me, yes, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming inside you. Oh fuck.” He slammed into her with short, hard thrusts, coating her pussy with his cum.

She whimpered. “Please pull out. Please.” It was too late. She could feel his cock twitching and their combined juices already leaking from her used hole. She sobbed and whimpered even while her body purred. He continued thrusting, slower and longer, extending both of their pleasures.

His tongue licked lightly at her face, at her tears. “Mmm. Shh, don’t cry. Just focus on how good my cock felt.”

She wanted to scream.

His arms eased and he leaned back a few inches, still holding himself inside her. One of his hands raked gently through her hair. She twisted her head away, and he let her go.

His cock slipped out and he wiped it on her dress, then tucked himself away. In a normal volume, he said, “Thanks for the ride, Stella.”

“Shh!” What was wrong with him?

Zane laughed, loud and long, opening the door behind him. He twisted off of her, and she froze, her heart racing as she noticed someone in the hall.

“Thanks for keeping watch, Paul,” Zane said. He backed out and reached for his phone.

“My pleasure. Well, your pleasure, really,” the other guy sneered.

“Be quiet!” Stella managed. She pulled her dress back up over her tits.

Zane waved his phone at her. “It was fake, calm down. You come here every Monday, and we cleared out as many people as we could find - told them some shit about maintenance.”

She gaped. “You set this up. What the fuck! You’re sick.”

Zane smirked, sweeping his eyes over her body. “Let me know when you want this cock again. We both know how much you loved it.” He walked off, Paul following after throwing her a wink.

Stella slowly reached for her dripping pussy and let out a soft moan. She was never going to admit it.

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The next few weeks were torture. Stella had been relieved when her period came on time. She also started birth control. Just in case something happened again. Not that she wanted anything to happen.

No, she carefully found out Zane’s preferred hangouts and restaurants because she wanted to avoid him. She wasn’t stalking him.

Only in the privacy of her dorm room, when no one was around, and with a vibrator stuffed in her pussy did she allow herself to imagine that thick cock driving into her.

It wasn’t enough.

She thought once classes started again - she took summer courses, hoping to graduate early - she’d be busy enough to stop obsessing over how much she’d enjoyed it. Being raped. Her pussy always warmed at the thought. And she was always thinking about it.

When she started rubbing her thighs together in class, she knew she had to do something. A boyfriend was out of the question - she didn’t have time for that, and none of her classmates looked good enough.

None of them looked like Zane.

Which is how she found herself at Zane’s favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant at closing time, poking her food and watching everyone leave. She’d spotted him at a table with his friends an hour earlier and was certain he hadn’t left yet. A plate of noodles sat in front of her, cold since she couldn’t eat around the knots in her stomach.

She’d convinced herself she just wanted to talk. Alone. A conversation would make her remember how much she hated him, remind her that he was an asshole. Then maybe her body would shut up.

Glaring into her uncaring food, she didn’t notice him slide into the seat next to her.

“Stalking me, Stella?” he drawled.

She froze. A blush crept into her cheeks. Her heart sped up and her pussy clenched at the sound of his voice. She remembered to breathe and took a deep breath, his intoxicating cologne flooding her senses and making her instantly wet.

“No. It’s not your restaurant,” she mumbled. She took a sip of water for her suddenly dry mouth and stole a glance at him.

The dim lighting gave him an ominous, dark presence. The smirk on his face didn’t help. He was leaning back, his head turned toward her, one arm casually thrown behind her on the booth seat.

Her back tingled and her pussy flooded. She was going to soak her panties if she hadn’t already. Her thin dress wouldn’t do much to cover that.

His eyes fell to her breasts, their rounded curves half-exposed. “If you want me, you just have to ask.”

“I just want to talk,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “I got a much better use for your mouth. Suck me.”

Her head snapped toward him with an incredulous expression as he pulled out his hard cock. She stared at it, her breath coming faster. His hand behind her settled on her bare shoulder, nudging her closer.

Stella just then noticed that the place was empty. They were alone. Most of the lights were even off. This had been a very stupid idea.

Zane followed her gaze. “The owner’s a friend and we trade favors. I come here a lot,” he chuckled at his own joke. “The doors are locked. No one will bother us. Suck, Stella. You know you want to.” He thrust his hips gently, his delicious dad bod rippling beneath a tight shirt.

“You’re crazy,” she spat, shrugging off his hand. “Let me out, I’m leaving.”

He sighed. “Fine, we’ll do this your way.”

His hand curled into her hair and yanked her head down until the head of his cock met her lips. She pressed her lips firmly together and grabbed his arm, prying at his fingers and trying to get him to let go.

His other hand pinched her nose.

She struggled harder, kicking to gain leverage, shaking her head, scratching at his arms and chest and legs. Nothing seemed to affect him. She could barely move her head beneath his firm grip, only managing to rub her lips around his cock.

“Just give in, Stella. This is going to happen, and you’re going to love it. It’s why you’re here.”

Fucking asshole. That thought didn’t have the effect she’d hoped it would.

She finally opened her mouth to suck in a lungful of air, and, surely enough, he shoved her head down on his cock. Her teeth settled on his skin, a growl in her throat.

“Bite me and this won’t be very fun. Your choice.”

It wasn’t a threat. His voice sounded lazy, like he didn’t care either way. She wanted to bite down for that reason alone.

But her lust-ridden mind was tired of resisting, and his cock - his hard, thick, delicious cock was filling her mouth. She’d been fantasizing about it for weeks, despite how much she hated herself for it. Now that she’d been forced - absolutely forced, she told herself - she might as well enjoy it.

Her hands fell to his thighs, bracing herself. Then she started tasting his cock.

“Mmm. Good girl,” he purred, petting her hair.

Her tongue flattened against that sensitive spot and she licked, hard, while dragging her lips up and down his length. He tasted good. Clean with a hint of salty precum. His sweet, smoky cologne mixed with that musky male scent made her groan.

His hips pushed himself deeper into her mouth. She let him, stroking her tongue over his soft skin as he moved.

“Fuck. I’m going to fuck your mouth, ok?” He didn’t wait for an answer, thrusting his hips first gently, then faster through her tightly sealed lips. Saliva dripped to the base of his cock, gathering with every thrust. She kept licking and sucking, occasionally grazing him with her teeth.

She liked sucking cock, liked the feel of warm, soft skin filling her mouth, liked the sounds guys made while they enjoyed her tongue. She tried not to think about how it was his cock.

He suddenly pulled her head back, his cock leaving her with a soft pop. She licked her lips and didn’t meet his eyes.

“Get on the table,” he commanded.

She blinked and found herself on the table with her dress hiked up while he slid her panties away. It was like her brain had been fucked into a puddle of lust, like her pussy was jealous of her mouth and took control.

He lifted her leg over his shoulder so that he was sitting between her spread thighs, her pussy displayed like a meal before him.

Zane met her eyes, that dark, smug smirk making a small part of her shiver in fear. She didn’t want him, didn’t like him, hated what he was doing to her.

The rest of her purred at his intense, intimate stare. Stella held her breath. God, he was hot. She couldn’t appreciate him last time, in the dark. She drank in his chest, the rippling movements of his arms as he slid his hands over her inner thighs.

His fingers began to brush around her pussy, gently molding the flesh of her mound. She squirmed and pushed against his soft touches, but he avoided her attempts to get him to hurry up.

“Patience,” he chuckled.

She groaned, throwing her head back.

Then gasped as his mouth covered her pussy and his tongue licked a long, hard path up her entrance, swirled around her clit, and dragged back to her wet folds.

Stella couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She fell back, arching her spine, shoving herself at his mouth, his tongue that was reaching into her soft, slick heat.

He licked faster, stroking her with his tongue, stabbing inside then flattening and dragging out along the top of her inner flesh. He followed through to her clit and stayed there, suddenly shoving two fingers into her.

Her body clenched and she shivered. His fingers curled and he sucked. She fucked herself against his fingers, whimpering, the heat in her core exploding in waves of pleasure, her pussy convulsing around those digits stuffed inside her, her thighs clenching - all while he pumped and rubbed and licked and sucked.

“Aaahhh...” she gasped. “Mmnh. Fuck. Zane...” She wasn’t sure what she was saying. Her lust-drenched brain just wanted more.

Zane chuckled. “Yes, Stella?”

The high edge of euphoria was wearing off. He withdrew his fingers. She struggled onto her elbows in time to watch him strip off his boxers.

“Wait-”

Zane yanked her ass to the edge of the table and pressed himself at her entrance. He leaned over her body, forcing her to lie back on the table.

She let him cover her with his body, running her hands over the body that made her body sing, made her forget why she was protesting.

Zane smiled that insufferable, arrogant smile, then buried his head in her neck, licking and sucking. He began to rub his cock on her pussy, soaking the hard length of himself in her slick juices.

Stella grabbed his arms and moaned. Any moment, he was going to fill her and finally make her pussy happy. Any moment, that beautiful cock was going to thrust-

“Beg me to fuck you,” he murmured into her ear, continuing his slow, lazy rub at the folds of her wet entrance. His hands held her hips in place, preventing her from impaling herself.

She panted but said nothing. She threw her head back and arched her tits at him, trying to pull him closer with her legs. He wasn’t going to get her to humiliate herself that much. She wasn’t going to beg.

“Beg, Stella, or I walk away. Then you’ll be back here tomorrow night, and we’ll have to start all over.”

That careless tone again. With his body pressed against hers, his scent overwhelming her senses, his cock right fucking there, her brain was entirely scrambled. Her pussy practically screamed at her to do what he said, anything he said. Her hungry, needy pussy that was dripping her desire onto the floor.

“Please...” she whispered.

“Go on.”

His cock continued to rub a tortuous path up and down her slit. She still couldn’t move her hips past his iron grip. She whimpered. He waited.

“Please just do it,” she ground out.

“Do what, Stella? What do you want me to do?” he crooned.

She bit her lip and her thighs trembled. The tip of his cock brushed her clit, stroked slowly to her hole, teased a circle around her lips, then pressed at her entrance. He held himself there, his cock head just barely dipped between her lips, then rubbed back up to her clit and started over again. She groaned in frustration.

“Come on, Stella. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want my cock inside you.”

She couldn’t take any more of this.

“Please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy,” she groaned.

“That’s a good girl.”

He rammed his cock all the way in. Her back arched as he eased his hold on her. Her mouth opened in a gasp, pleasure rushing through her in a warm wave. The walls of her pussy hugged his invading cock, twitched at the stretched fullness.

He felt perfect, so big, so hard. Pleasure tingled down to her toes. She squeezed him, pulsing gently around his cock as she rode the waves.

“That was fast,” he laughed softly. He hadn’t even moved. Shame crept onto her cheeks.

Zane’s hands went to her shoulder and pulled her dress down impatiently, grabbed a tit out of her bra, and bathed it with his tongue. He started shifting inside her, grinding against her clit slowly.

Stella had regained some of her mental faculties. Pleasure still swam through her system, but she didn’t really want him to fuck her. Did she?

She whimpered. “Please don’t... I...”

He switched to long and slow strokes, then bit her nipple. She winced.

Zane lifted his head and stared at her with dark, suddenly frightening eyes. His hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned her down, something like cruelty in his gaze.

“I just made you come, twice. You owe me,” he crooned. He continued dragging his cock through her insides, making sure she felt every inch, every second of this invasion. He had much better access this time. Every deep stroke in her pussy drove her ass into the table, his cock sliding up and down her slick walls, reaching into places he couldn’t before.

She was caught in his eyes, in the strength of his arms, in the lust rising higher and threatening to wash away her mind.

A glint of amusement entered his expression, and he lifted her arms over her head, leaning his head into her neck.

Released from his stare, she whimpered and struggled, barely able to move against the wall of muscles forcing her into the table.

“You like being forced,” he purred into her ear.

Her back arched. His voice was an aphrodisiac.

“You like being raped,” his soft voice continued. His hips returned to grinding small circles as her pussy wept.

“N-no,” she mumbled. Her breathing came in quick, short gasps.

“Yes. You love that you can’t move, that you’re pinned down. Helpless.” He started thrusting again, his cock slowly retreating before impaling her forcefully, stabbing into her, claiming her.

She cried out.

“Go on. Tell me to stop. See how hard that makes you come.”

He buried himself to the hilt and held still.

She was close. She tried to squirm, to get any pressure. If she could just come, Zane and his fucking demands could fuck off.

Stella’s hate suddenly bubbled up, hate at how he was making her feel, hate that she craved his cock and was willing to do anything so that he would keep fucking her. She struggled, twisting and squirming, kneeing him and trying to push him off.

“Get off of me, you sick bastard! I don’t want you, I don’t want your fucking cock! You-”

Zane pulled out and slammed into her, knocking the words out of her mind. His lips smashed hers and their tongues fought as he rammed the full, hard length of himself into her, over and over again, faster and faster.

She moaned into his mouth, her body shaking, her pussy begging where her tongue didn’t want to.

Her legs wrapped around his back, and her hips met his with her own desperate thrusts, eagerly stabbing herself on his hard cock. Somewhere her mind was screaming. She wasn’t sure why anymore. She just had to keep fucking, keep feeding her hungry pussy until the coiled pressure erupted.

Bliss rolled her eyes back. Her pussy spasmed and she screamed. Her entire body tensed and arched against him. Ecstasy rolled through her, down her spine, curled her toes, clamped his cock until he could barely move.

He kept up the hard pounding, groaning in her ear. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to come inside you again. You trying to get pregnant, Stella?”

She almost didn’t register the words. “I’m... on... the pill... now,” she panted, focused on the pleasure he was drawing from her quivering pussy.

“Oh, so you’ve been thinking of me.” He chuckled. “Preparing for me. What a good girl.”

“Fuck... you...”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned and let go of her arms, bracing himself on the table so he could stab into her, plunging fast and hard over and over again. Ripples of pleasure tore through her as he used her while she did nothing, could do nothing, her mind and body dazed and completely conquered.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight making her want to rub against him and purr. His hips kept pumping while his cock twitched, his groans right next to her ear both igniting a fire in her core and closing her throat in shame.

As he lay on top of her, slowly thrusting, she started to wonder what was wrong with her.

Zane licked her throat and she flinched. He chuckled.

“See? It’s ok, you don’t have to admit it. You like losing control.” His fingers threaded through her hair, and he tilted her head for a kiss.

She wrenched away. “And you get off on raping people.”

“Only the ones who want it.” He winked at her.

If she was being honest with herself... her stomach clenched.

He shook his head and got off of her, his half-hard cock sliding out. Cum flooded from her pussy onto the table, dripping to the floor. Zane grabbed some napkins to wipe himself off.

“Clean up before you go. My friend doesn’t like messes,” he said, adjusting his clothes back on.

She snarled at him.

Before he walked away, he said, “Next time, don’t wear panties.”

She didn’t bother to tell him there wouldn’t be a next time.

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