Page 116 of Once Upon a Fable

“Truly?” Gently, ever so gently, I ran my fingers down the crack in her ass.

She shot forward, trying to get away. “Yes, truly!”

“Why do you want to say no to something you yourself admitted is out of our control?” Down, down, I slid my touch to her pussy, rubbing the wetness around her folds, dipping lower to her clit. “Doesn’t it burn when I touch you? Doesn’t your belly cramp and body clench for more?”

“Don’t throw my words back at me,” she groaned. Her back bowed. Her head fell forward, pressing against the rough carpet of the car. “Please...don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t admit that I can’t breathe without wanting to fuck you? Don’t confess that you’re doing things to me that I can’t seem to stop? Doesn’t that make you happy? Knowing that you’re not the only one screwed up by all of this?”

“God, you’re messing with my mind.”

“And you’re messing with mine.” I shook my head as the fog and unbalance from being struck in the skull returned. I felt strange. Loose. Burning up. “You’ve drawn my blood and bruised my bones, and you dare try to say no to me?”

“Fair’s fair.” She gasped as I swept my finger back to her entrance, dipping inside to my first knuckle. “Holy—”

“Fair’s fair?” I laughed coldly. “Nothing’s fair about this. You weren’t supposed to trespass on my fucking heart.”

Christ, what the hell?

The fog was crushing me, stealing control of my thoughts and mouth.

She shivered. “Is-is that true? Am I—”

“You’re mine. That’s all you need to know.”

“I belong to no one but me.”

“Yet here you are, bound, spread, dripping for my cock.”

“Don’t flatter—” she cried out as I pulsed my finger, teasing her “—yourself. My wetness doesn’t mean I want you.”

“Are you so sure about that?” I bent and licked my way around her hipbone, keeping my finger shallow in her pussy, making her crave, causing her inner muscles to flutter with greed.

“If you weren’t trapped, would you really kick me away? Knowing how good it feels when I fuck you? Knowing that I’ll pleasure you, worship you, make you come harder than you’ve ever come before?”

“This isn’t happening,” she moaned.

“I can assure you that it is.” I drove my finger in to the second knuckle, pulsing in her heat. “You’re soaking.”

“Oh, God.” Her entire body snapped up, then folded forward.

Her pussy clenched around my finger, the shockwave traveling through my hand, up my forearm, into my bloodstream, and directly to my cock.

I thickened to unbearable levels. Wetness oozed out the tip, starving for her.

Withdrawing my finger, I rubbed her clit again. “You want me.”

“You’re an asshole,” she moaned again, her words almost slurring.

“Asshole, huh?” Dipping my finger back into her pussy, this time, Ididn’t stop at the first knuckle. I drove it inside her. Pushing, diving, feeding her the entire length.

Her reaction almost made me come.

Her hips shot backward, her knees slid wider, her back lowered until her ass jutted into the air. “Fuck you.” The curse came out more like a beseech.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” My mouth watered, and my belly hungered. Concussion or not, this woman was my medicine and disease all in one.

“Tell me to mount you,” I grunted. “Tell me how much you want me to fill you.”