Page 63 of Shadowed With Fear

“Why?” He questions massaging my hips beneath the waist of my jeans.

“Because I’m turned on…”

“From what?”

“Being afraid,” I moan as his finger runs across my clit.

He hums his approval of the wetness pooling between my thighs, but instead of touching me again, he smears my arousal against my lips and inner thighs.

“You’re going to make me feel so fucking good aren’t you little flower? All of this just for me, the big bad boogeyman watching you from the shadows.”

My moan echoes in the vacant room when he tears my jeans and panties down my thighs causing the cool night air to rush against my hot center.

“Legs together, Dahlia. And don’t you dare fucking come.” He growls against my ear, the sound causing me to shiver.

His cock slides between my thighs, pressed together by my jeans, nudging between my lips. My arousal causes him to slip between them easily.

Shadow’s guttural moan makes my inner walls flutter, and I cry out as the tip teases against my swollen clit.

“Fuck,” he whispers groaning. I nod. He stills for a moment, but I need more. I need him to move, to push me against the wall. My chest rises and falls in rapid pace, my nipples rubbing with each inhale of the roughened surface of the wall.

It’s driving me fucking crazy but it’s not enough.

My hips jut back against his, and he hisses, grabbing my hips in a bruising grip.

“Don’t move, little flower. I’m going to cum all over your beautiful fucking thighs and this perfect fucking cunt,” he mumbles starting to thrust shallowing. The friction of his cock rubbing against my entrance and barely touching my clit has my ears beginning to ring. “You’re going to wear my cum like a fucking badge of honor. All the way fucking home, pretending like everything is normal, and you aren’t a good little slut sitting in Liz’s car.”

He thrusts roughly, hips smacking against my ass. “Then when you get home, I’m going to watch you strip out of these jeans, and our ruined little panties, and you’re going to use my cum to fuck yourself, spread out like a fucking meal on your bed.”

Shadow’s voice begins to break as his breathing grows harsher, thrusts growing frantic. “I’m going to watch.” Thrust.

“Every.” Thrust.

“Fucking.” Groan.

“Second.” His hand pushes the back of my neck, pressing my face further into the wall.

“Yes, yes, yes…Come for me. Please, please. I want to taste you…” I whimper quietly.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I feel the warm spread down my legs. My eyes roll back as he moans through his orgasm. The sounds. God, the fucking sounds he makes.

Shadow kisses the back of my neck, pushing my hair over my shoulder. I can feel his grin against my skin. And something else.

My brows furrow as I concentrate on the feeling of his lips. There’s something there, trailing my skin with each kiss.

“Shadow? What— “

“Hmm?”

“What’s that?”

He straightens abruptly. “What do you mean?”

“I—I felt something…”

“There’s nothing, sweet girl.” He nuzzles my hair. “You did so well.” And I melt in his arms.

We wiggle my jeans up my thighs, the feeling of his cum mixing with my own arousal makes me sigh. He chuckles, rubbing his thumb across my lower lip.