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.Just thinking about it makes me feel ferocious—fierce and worshipful, needy and thirsty and utterly animalistic.Patrick’s hands turn insistent, palms cupping the back of my head, not forcing but urging.Begging.I take him as deep as I comfortably can, making up the rest with my fist, now slick with spit.“God, yeah.” His fingers are trembling in my hair, arms tugging, matching the thrusts I’m offering.“Suck me, Robin.”I slip him from my lips a moment and catch his eyes.“You’re so big, Patrick.”He groans when my mouth returns.“Is that what you’ve been needing, Robin? A big cock?”“No,” I say, and lap at him.“It’s you.I need you.”“I wanna know everything you’ve been dying to do with me.” His hands leave my head and suddenly he’s pushing me away, back to my end of the couch.I recline and Patrick gets on his knees on the floor, yanking my panties down my thighs and calves, slinging one of my legs over his shoulder and propping the other against the back cushions, spreading me wide.He brings his face close, so close I feel his breath on my pussy when he speaks.“Tell me everything you think about.” His tongue laps, slow and deep, and the sensation zings through me, making my legs jerk.“Oh fuck.”“Tell me,” he whispers again.“I think about you when he fucks me from behind,” I say.Patrick’s tongue flicks my clit, sharpening my shame with a flash of pleasure.“I think about you and I tell him harder and faster and I have to bite the pillow sometimes, to keep from screaming your name.”“You think I’ll be hard and fast?” he asks between licks.“Yeah.I need you to be rough.You’re so big—your body is.I want to feel like you’re…like you’re owning me.”His fingertips tease my lips, sliding up and down my slit, threatening.“God, Patrick.”“You belong to someone else,” he whispers.“But you fantasize that it’s me that owns you.” His fingers penetrate, shallow.“Yes.”I feel more—three fingers now, to the second knuckle.“Tell me how I take you in your fantasies.”“Rough,” I say again.“And so deep.”His fingers drive into me as his lips suckle my clit.“And I imagine you being greedy and fast and mean.And that your hands are on my hips when you take me from behind or if I’m on top and you force my thrusts.” God, I love that idea—being controlled by a man so much stronger than me.“I want you to use me.And I want to see it when you come.I want you to make me watch when you shoot, or make me taste it.”Patrick makes dirty noises in time with his fucking fingers, grunts and hums and growls.His tongue sets a flickering rhythm against my clit, one that dissolves the muscles in my legs and makes my hands twitch and grasp at his hair.In my mind this man is usually selfish.I hardly ever imagined him doing this, and I’m shocked by how amazing he is at it.“You’re so good, Patrick.”His face seems angelic from this vantage, eyes obscured by his dark lashes as if he were sleeping or praying.I admire the angle of his eyebrows and the shapes of his ears amid his chaotic, wavy black hair.The collection of grays at his temples makes him seem so…experienced.Intelligent.Something like that.Like someone who should know better but is here nonetheless, making terrible mistakes with me.His fingers fuck harder still and his tongue leaves me a moment.“Pretend it’s my cock,” he says.I close my eyes and focus on the impact of his hand as his fingers pound me.He makes it rough and frantic, makes me hear his skin slapping mine.“Patrick.” I imagine that dick, hammering me.“Fill me up, Patrick.Nice and deep.Make me feel how big and thick you are.”“I’ll give it all to you,” he whispers.“Think about it.What does it feel like?”“Huge.Like you’re splitting me open.Like you’re punishing me.”“I want it so bad,” he says.“I want you to come on my cock and milk it with your pussy.” Dear God, where did he learn to talk like this?“I want that too.”Patrick abandons his verbal torture to focus on my clit.I can feel my climax building.Usually when I come I’m edging myself forward, trying to keep up the momentum until I get myself over the edge.This time it’s as if I’m being pushed.No coaxing, just me grasping and struggling to make it last longer and failing.Patrick’s tongue laps with a steady, firm stroke, every lick driving me closer to the precipice.There’s no mental image in my head to help things as normal.Everything I could ever want to fantasize about is right there.That face, that strong, coarse hand on my thigh, those half-closed eyes, that voice.And when I come, I stammer his name.Patrick laps me as my legs twitch and relax.His fingers start to thrust again, deep.His eyes are on me, on whatever cruel invitation is spread out before him like a flapping red bullfighter’s cape.I tug at his hard shoulders, desperate.“Let me make you come.”Obediently he stands and ditches his shorts and joins me on the couch, hips settling between my thighs.I see his hand trembling when he guides his cock to my pussy and sweeps his head over my lips.The guttural sounds he makes intoxicate me all over again.He runs it up and down, over and over, and not just gentle strokes.Dangerous ones.His head is thick, shining with my juices, sliding and stroking and teasing and threatening.His stomach muscles clench in time with the motions, giving me a glimpse of how he’d look, really fucking me.Then his eyes meet mine and the gleam in them feels a hundred times more forbidden than what’s going on between our bodies.“Tell me to and I’ll do it.” His voice is gruff and tight and he means it.“I can’t.”“Why’d you come here tonight?” That question again, impossible to answer.The expression on his face is wounded and scared.It breaks my heart.He never wanted to be the kind of man who’d ever sleep with someone else’s girl, but I’m making him that way.I’m making him want that so hard it must ache.He pushes against me, just a little.Not quite penetrating, but showing me how it might feel if he did.“I don’t know why I came here,” I say.“I just had to.” I stare at his body, awed.It’s hard to explain, but when I look at him everything feels right.Everything feels like enough.“It’s terrible that I’m here,” I add, grasping at a little scrap of sanity.“We shouldn’t have sex…but let me suck you off.I’m allowed to do that.” In theory, anyhow
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