Page 21 of Such a Bad Girl
I just had to make it home.
God damn, the party location was farther than I’d prepared for. My breath burned in my chest with each sharp intake. Twigs scratched at my legs and arms, my barely-there dress providing no protection at all.
‘Rebecca,’ Henry sang out behind me, the crash of his feet getting closer.
‘Fuck,’ I gasped, a stitch burning in my core.
The trees thinned, lights visible at the edge the woods. My apartment.
So close.
A huff behind me had me turning. Just for oneglance. I squealed at the feral look on Henry’s face and hit the ground running with renewed vigour.
‘Oh, my little obsession, you’re not getting away this time,’ Henry growled, glee driving his words.
A branch snapped, blending with my rattling breath, the scent of wet pine filling the air. With burning muscles, I forced myself onward. I needed to make it home?—
‘Oomph!’ I exhaled as Henry hit me from behind, sending us both rolling into the wet leaves.
‘No,’ I said, scratching at him, flailing like a hellcat.
‘Yes,’ he breathed against my neck, the length of his body pinning mine beneath, his dick already digging into my ass from above. ‘You’ve driven me to the fucking edge, Princess. No. More. Games.’
The sound of ripping fabric filled my ears as my dress fell away, his fingers diving under me, pressing two deep inside my pussy.
‘Henry,’ I whimpered.
‘You protest, yet your cunt is fucking soaked. It’s not all my saliva, is it?’ He twisted his fingers, making me see stars.
‘No,’ I admitted.
‘You like it when I touch you, don’t you, Bex?’ His breath tickled against my neck, and I archedagainst him, giving him more access with those divine fingers.
‘Yes, Sir.’ I bit back a moan, trying to focus on how to get away. To get home. I needed to get us to my apartment.
‘And you’re going to enjoy taking my cock, too. God, I’ve never wanted a single thing more than I want to be inside you.’
Henry withdrew his fingers, and I struggled again, determined to wriggle out from beneath him. Leaves stuck to my face, mud seeping between my fingers. I couldn’t shift him.
‘There, there,’ he cooed as he pressed his bare cock between my thighs. A yelp tumbled from me as he grabbed me roughly by the hair while sliding his cock back and forth along my wet slit. ‘It won’t take too long. Not this time. No. You’ve wound me up too much. But next time we’ll take it slow. I’ll worship you the way you deserve.’
‘Please,’ I begged.
‘Shh.’ His cock pressed against my entrance, and I bit my lower lip. I wasn’t ready. But God, did I want him to sink home. How long had I wanted exactly this?
My body offered less resistance than I thought it might when he thrust forward, the swollen, metal-studded tip breaching my insides. The stretchingsting stole my breath, leaving my chest empty while he filled my pussy.
I’d imagined the moment so many times, but I hadn’t thought about how big he’d be. Or how each of the metal piercings would pop against tender flesh as he pressed home.
Home.
Because that’s where he was.
Finally home.
‘Henry,’ I whimpered, clawing at the dirt as he gave me more. So. Much. Hard. Flesh. ‘It hurts.’
‘I know. But you’re doing so good. You can take it all for me, can’t you?’
