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All I could think of was how vulnerable he’d made my pussy.
    He wasted no time in taking advantage. Pinning me to the wall with his solid chest, he shoved his thick cock into my folds. He missed and the blunt head stabbed my delicate flesh. I screwed up my eyes and groaned in discomfort. He ignored me. Repositioned and rammed forwards again.
    This time his aim was accurate, and he slid high and fast into my sopping pussy. I tried to cry out as my channel struggled to accommodate him. So many times he’d fucked me; countless times, but still I’d always had the sublime stretching sensation whenever he rode to the hilt on his first stroke. It was a combination of pain and pleasure, and I lapped it up, wishing the erotic bite would last longer.
    “Yeah, bitch, take it,” he grunted. “Take all of my big, hard cock. It’s the best one you’ve ever fucking had.”
    He withdrew and rushed back in, pounding against my clit with his hair-fuzzed pubis.
    It felt divine.
    “You were asking for it tonight in these slutty clothes,” he hissed by my ear. “Short, fuck me skirt and top so tight your tits were practically on show. I could see your whorish nipples poking through. They want to be bitten hard, don’t they?”
    His vulgar language thrilled me utterly, but I wished he’d let go of my mouth. Breathless and claustrophobic, twisting my head, I tried to shake him off, but he didn’t let up his grip.
    “This is not about your pleasure or what you want,” he snarled, increasing the grip and his fingertips pressing into my cheeks like pincers. “You’re mine. I’m fucking you how I want to. This is all about me. I’ve taken your body to do whatever I please with.”
    I whimpered and balled my fists into his bomber jacket. Tugged hard, trying to get his attention.
    But he ignored me and buried his head in my neck. He grabbed my left breast and pinched my nipple roughly through my top as he steamed in and out of my cunt. There was no consideration for me at all. It was the opposite end of the spectrum to kind, gentle Jacob, and I really did feel like he was another person. I was being screwed by a darkly twisted stranger in a dirty alley.
    The whole situation and Jacob’s carnal, uninhibited hunger combined with his enthusiastic acting skills sent fiery fingers of exquisite pleasure sizzling over my skin. This was what I’d asked for and, as always, wonderful Jacob was giving it to me.
    With each shunt his breathing quickened and his bodyweight pressing into me increased. I was helpless. He was in control one hundred per cent. I couldn’t even verbalise what I wanted or needed. If I’d wanted it to stop, which I absolutely didn’t, I couldn’t have done anything about it. I was on for the ride—the whole ride.
    Just as I thought Jacob was getting ready to come—the giveaway signs of his hips arching tightly and his groaning becoming erratic—he withdrew and spun me to face the wall. He barely lifted his hand from my mouth before it slammed back down so there was no time to speak or scream or hardly even drag in a decent breath.
    “Now you’re really going to take it,” he growled into my ear, his voice possessed, demented. It was an octave lower than normal, and the sharp woollen mask muffled it, making it seem even more unfamiliar and dangerous.
    Excitement mixed with the shock of our situation as I remembered the next part of my fantasy. Now he would take my pussy from behind. It had been so long since we’d done it like that—and standing, who knew when?
    Again I shook my head. I was the frantic victim. This time my right temple banged and scratched on the gritty surface of the wall. Trying to cry out, pulling rank air in through my nose. My spine jerked as he kicked my legs apart with his feet, not caring if he bruised my ankles.
    God, this was getting deliciously rough.
    He nudged his cock down the cleft of my buttocks until the head sat at my anus. He was wide and greedy and probed with a scary