Chapter 18

Jenna

I moaned softly as he forced my body open, his hands tight around my waist and pulling me back faster than I could handle.

"Open your legs. Spread them across mine and rest against my chest." His voice was low and thick with lust.

Leaning back, I stifled another moan and lifted my hips, fucking myself slowly, methodically. The sloppy sounds of our fucking were almost too much. I paused and panted as he lifted his hips and pressed deeper into me.

"Wait. I'm too close," I moaned.

He gripped one of my breasts and thrust again. "That's the point, Jenna. For you to come and leave this place wet and sticky for the next poor soul who comes in alone."

"Fuck you," I whispered roughly and rocked forward, enjoying the intense pressure of such a big cock driving into me. I was going to become his whore. It was just a matter of time.

"Mmmmhmmm. Fuck me." He pulled at my bra and freed one of my breasts before tugging at my nipple and forcing me back to lie against him.

The old woman from the front's voice filled up the stall, and I stiffened, terrified. "Are you two okay in there? Do you need a different size or heels to go with it?"

Nate ran his hand up my thigh and rolled his fingers over my clit as I swatted at him.

"Shoes would be great. And a pair of black thigh highs?" I forced my voice to sound as normal as possible.

"Sure. That's our only room, so please make sure you hurry."

"Of course." I tried to get off Nate's lap, but he wasn't having any of it. "Nate. Seriously?"

He sat up more and wrapped me in a tight hug as he cupped my pussy and drove into me faster. "Yeah, seriously. Come for me and I'll let you go. That's a lot of dick for such a small girl, Jenna. I'm impressed."

I groaned and bit my lip as the orgasm built in my stomach. So much pressure. Too much pleasure.

"Come with me?" I whimpered my words.

"Of course." He rolled the pad of his finger over my clit and shifted a little, getting another inch inside of me as the world exploded. The smell of sex filled my nose and all I could do was ride. Ride hard.

My cries were loud and guttural, and the sound of him chuckling as we cleaned up and got dressed was enough to have me wanting to wring his neck.

"Stop it." I dressed quickly and grabbed the dress. "She’s going to know."

"Good. So what?" He moved past me and opened the door before grabbing my hand. "You're my woman, and I'll fuck you where I damn well want to. Got it?"

I wanted to bark back that it was my body and he would respect it or go the fuck away, but I couldn't. He had respected my body. He'd worshiped and made me come harder than I had in the short history of my pathetic sex life.

"Well. That was inappro-" the older woman started.

"Hush. Ring us up. We're young and dumb. Get over it." He pulled out a couple of hundreds from his wallet and handed them over as the woman moved quickly, mumbling the rest of her speech at the desk below.

I stayed behind Nate, completely mortified that the woman knew what happened between us. Would our relationship always be like this? Him forcing me into awkward situations just for a thrill.

Did I care if it did?

No. I hadn't felt more alive, more emotion ever... not ever.

"Come on, baby." He handed me the bag with the panties in it and grabbed the dress. "Thanks for the release." He winked at the old woman and walked toward the door.

"How embarrassing." I pressed my hand to my face and laughed into my fingers.

"Yeah? I thought it was hot. You squirt, don't you?"

"What? No." I shook my head and pulled his hand closer to me as we jogged across the street.

"Yeah. You do. You might not know that you can, but your little pussy wants to pump out more than you're letting it." He reached up and touched the side of my face.

I glanced around and shook my head. "Are we really having this conversation next to the park where anyone could hear us?"

"I don't see anyone but you." He gripped the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me a few times. "Open up to me, Jenna. Let me in deep. It's the only place I wanna be."

"Is deep inside of me?" I whispered and studied his face, falling even more in love with him. He was vulgar, crude, unconventional. The polar opposite to me.

"You know it, princess. My place, or yours?" He kissed me again and moved toward the bike.

"No sandwiches?"

"We can fix something back at the house. Whose are we going to?" He got on the bike and reached for my dress.

"Mine. Let's go to mine." I got on the back of the bike and pressed myself to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly again. The delicious ache between my thighs combined with my blood pumping violently around my system had me feeling a little dizzy.

My eyes met up with the shop owner as we pulled away. She didn't look nearly as disturbed as she had a few minutes earlier. The expression was more of a longing.

A desire to have what I had.

"I love you," I whispered softly into the wind and kissed the back of Nate's shoulder. It was the truth, though I was sure it would be the death of me.

He'd get complacent and leave. Why on earth would he stay?