Then something weird happened.
Preston lifted his knee into my core, and my pussy clenched.
“Feel that?” He breathed while sliding his hand over his knee to cup my mound. “That’s your pussy asking for what it needs.”
I was about to open my mouth and spew curses his way when a finger pressed inside me. All words were lost as my inner walls clamped down. My skin tingled more and more with each stroke Preston gave. The truly humiliating part was being unable to hide my reaction from him. I could hear the way my juices were coating him. There was no way he couldn’t feel it.
Proof of which came in the long feral growl that erupted from Preston’s lips. “You’re such a fucking hypocrite. I love it.”
I tried to shut the feelings he was igniting out, but the world was against me. The dull ache from him adding a second finger only heightened the hot desire burning through me, especially when he hooked his fingers and hit a spot that had me biting my lip to hold back my moan.
“Poor little Marnie Dupire.” Even Preston’s mocking tone pushed me closer to the edge of bliss. “That’s what you want everyone to think. That you’re a sweet innocent church girl?”
God, I wanted to hurt him. Reach over and claw his eyes out. But I also didn’t want him to stop. His hand felt so good I couldn’t stop my hips from gyrating.
“You pray to the same god I do, Little Bird.” He picked up the pace, fucking me hard with his fingers. “Look at you getting off on fear and pain.”
A twang of guilt pinged through my chest. I wasn’t getting off on it. He just knew what he was doing. At least, that was what I told myself when a white-hot wave of pleasure started to crest up my spine.
“My masochistic little bitch,” Preston purred as my back bowed and vision blurred.
There was a sensation of a gush of liquid as my entire body jerked into orgasmic spasms. I barely heard Preston groan, “Fuuuuck,” before a hard slap to my pussy threw me right back into the cloud, hazing my mind.
I was snapped back into reality when something much larger than a finger pressed against my opening. Somehow my leg had wrapped around Preston’s hips, and he was lining himself up.
Oh, hell no.
My legs dropped faster than he could blink.
Preston didn’t like that. He shot me an unimpressed look, sighed, tightened his grip on my neck, and lifted my feet back off the ground.
I gasped and clawed at his hand, but he just tsked like I was a petulant child in need of scolding.
“You have two choices here, Little Bird. Put your legs back where I fucking had them. Or choke to death.” He leaned in, bringing his face a breath away from mine, and hissed, “I’ll fuck you either way.”
What other choice did I have? There was no such thing as an idle threat when it came to Preston. So, I did the only thing I could and swallowed my pride before hooking my legs back around his waist.
I don’t know why I stared into his eyes when he lined himself up. Maybe I was looking for something to hold onto? A small piece of humanity he kept hidden. Some sign of compassion or goodness that would help me sleep at night. Because as much as I tried to deny it, I liked the way he felt.
Preston thrust inside me, and I moaned at the stretch in my core. That feeling got more intense the more of his length he pushed in. I was almost disappointed that he couldn’t slam all the way in. Apparently, so was he.
Strain pulled on his brows as he muttered, “I hate this shit. You’re too goddamn tight.”
Trust me. I hated it too. I would rather get it over with, so I could hate myself for enjoying it. Every slow aching inch was a reminder of how much I enjoyed it.
“I’m going to have to work you in.”
By the time his pelvis smacked against me, I was teetering on the edge. Lost to everything but the sensations pouring through me. Desperation had my hands clinging to Preston’s shoulders while mewling whines slipped through my lips. Honestly, I was amazed that I stopped my hips from moving. Not that it made any difference.
He still noticed everything.
“That’s it, Marnie.” His first thrust rippled through my body. “Whine for my cock.”
The second made my toes curl, and the third completely cut off my air.
Wait…that wasn’t his thrust.
Preston dug his fingers and thumb into the sides of my neck. I couldn’t breathe at all. Panicked, I choked and pried at his hand. And what did Preston do? He fucked me harder. He plowed into my pussy while I fought for my basic human need. When blackness began to seep into my vision, he’d let me cough and catch my breath. Then it started all over again.
