That was such a complicated, complicated question.
On a basic, animalistic, primal, womanly level did I want his cock? More than I wanted my next breath. My pussy was so tight it was painful, so wet that I felt it sliding down my thighs as his finger started to work me. Every inch of my skin felt poised for his touch. Every thought in my head was focused on all the previous times he had taken my wanton desire and given me world-shattering orgasms.
But on a rational, logical, smart level did I want his cock?
Christ.
Yes.
Yes, I did.
What was the point in fighting?
There was none.
I knew this as two of his fingers plundered me- fast, unrelenting. Strokes, circles, taps against the top wall to press into my G-spot. He knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed.
One of his fingers left my pussy, sliding into my ass as the strokes became harder, faster.
He knew exactly what he had to do to make me forget that I was at work, that there were cameras, that the windows to the street were glass and anyone could look in and see me naked from the waist down having my pussy and ass finger-fucked by a man wet with not only rain, but blood.
"Fucking say it, Daya," he demanded, his cock stabbing against my inner thigh, so so close to where I really needed him.
There was no way I wasn't going to say it.
"I want your cock, Luce," I whimpered.
That was what he needed.
He had to hear it.
His finger slid out of my pussy to join his other finger.
His cock shifted.
And he slammed inside me in one hard, deep, thick thrust, stretching my walls around him, making me almost painfully aware that no one else would ever fill me quite so fully.
His free hand trailed up my back, sifting into the hair at the base of my skull, sinking in, but trailing down the strands, knowing it hurt more further away from the root, knowing I got off on that pain. Then he curled. And yanked. Hard. Viciously. Making my upper body lift off the counter as he started fucking me.
There wasn't a delicate bone in his body.
He fucked like he lived.
Rough. Brutal. Dirty. Without any boundaries.
His cock slammed into my pussy as his fingers stilled in my ass, pressing downward against the wall of my pussy, making an almost intolerable pressure build, promising another orgasm that would, as he said, make me scream his name.
I always did.
"You can pretend you don't want this all you want," he growled, pace getting somehow even faster, though how it was even possible was beyond me. "But my cock is fucking swimming in your tight pussy right now, Daya. You always want my cock."
He was right; I did.
Why did I fight it?
"That's it," he growled as my walls tightened around him. His fingers started pulsing downward as his cock became even more ruthless, not giving the orgasm even a second to ebb, driving me upward harder, faster, until there was no stopping it.
It slammed through my system violently, making his name scream from between my lips as my pussy spasmed hard around him over and over.
"Fucking squeeze my cock," he growled, thrusting through it until the waves finally stopped, making my entire body seem to go fluid.
Then he buried deep and came with my name on his lips.
It didn't last.
There was no snuggling, no love words, no sweet nothings.
No nothing.
I came.
He came.
He pulled out, zipped, gave my ass a squeeze, and left out the back.
It took me an almost embarrassingly long time to remember where I was, that my ass was out, that the windows existed. I reached for my panties, dragging them up, struggling with my button and zip to my jeans before pulling them up, and securing them back into place.
As I leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths, I remembered why I always tried to fight it.
Because this was always how it ended, leaving me feeling satisfied, but empty, swearing off my vigilante.
You know... until the next time.
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