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wet from the sex on the table, but it wasn't enough. He ran his tongue over his lips and I realized I wanted him to put his mouth on me.
    “ Lick me there,” I said, my voice stronger than I intended. His eyes darkened and I immediately cursed myself, afraid I had ruined the hold I had over him. It had to be his choice. It was all about him. His pleasure was paramount, if I was going to get what I wanted.
    “ Come here,” he demanded and pulled me to him, his fingers buried inside of me. I gasped and my nipples hardened painfully at the sensation. I fell into him and he caught me, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pressing his face into my stomach.  I braced my hands on his shoulders as he leaned forward, burying his mouth in my pussy. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit down hard on my lip so I didn't scream. How had he learned how to do it, I wondered. How had he learned to lick and suck me and make me want to come? It was unfair how he'd bent my body to his will. He caught me off guard again, roughly lifting my knee onto his shoulder. I fell forward again, my hair brushing the skin of his back as he clamped his hands on my hips, steadying me as his tongue dipped inside and his lips sucked on me. I dropped my chin to my chest, my hair hanging in my face as I tried to hold on. I could feel my mouth gaping open as he attacked my clit with his evil tongue.
    Fuck, it felt good.
    It also felt disgusting, dirty, and illegal all at the same time. The urge to scream welled up in my throat, but I didn't.
    “ Elliot, it feels so good,” I bit out instead. Forcing my mind to go blank, I ground my hips into his face. His fingers dug into me, bruising skin, but I didn't care. He growled out something incoherent, his mouth vibrating against me. Then the world tilted on its axis as he yanked me back down onto his lap. He shoved a hand through my hair, getting it out of my face as he bucked his hips, impatiently. I hinged myself up, fisting his cock as I pressed it against my slick opening. We were both scrabbling, in a lust filled rush. His arms encircled me, pulling me close as I slammed myself down, impaling myself on him.
    I threw my head back as he slid inside, my body protesting the intrusion at first, but then stretching to fit him, as always. I lifted up on my knees, controlling how fast and how deep he went. It felt so different when I was on top of him. Like I was actually in control. He buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting down lightly on the skin. I gritted my teeth as I rode him, sparks rippling under my skin every time my nipples brushed against his chest.
    “Say my name again, baby,” he said, his lips moving against my skin. “God, fucking say it again.”
    “ Elliot,” I whispered, drawing out the syllables for miles.
    “ Yes, ” he hissed, as I rocked my hips against his, my body melting like butter around him. “Tell me you love my big cock,” he said, his stubble raking across my sensitive collarbone. My whole body was sensitive and tingling. I swallowed thickly, remembering the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of him.
    “ I love your big cock,” I said, reminding myself that I didn't mean it, even as the words passed my lips. I shook away the conflicting feelings beneath my skin, wanting to be rid of them. I just wanted him to explode into a million pieces. I wanted him to pour all of his anger and craziness into me. I needed to be strong if I was going to get free. I needed to be strong and save myself, because no one else was going to do it for me.
    I looked into his eyes as I fucked him, feeling something shift between us again. His eyes were glazed, his lips parted as I used my body against him. I wanted him to think I loved him. I wanted him to think I would never leave. I wanted him lulled into a false sense of security. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He dropped his hands to my ass, holding me down as he drove into me, again and again. His moans filled my ears