So Wrong. Part 14

“You like it rough, hm?” he whispered in my ear.

“Uh-huh.”

“Then take that cock,” he ordered, ramming it in so hard that I collapsed onto my forearms and hung my head. He was still tugging on my hair and saying all kinds of filthy things.

“Yeah, you’re going to sit all through dinner,” he gasped, “all through dinner with my cum inside you. Yeah, that’s what I want. I want you to feel it all through dinner, dripping out into your—ugh—into your panties.”

We were quiet for a little bit, our bodies moving constantly and frantically against one another. Patrick’s thrusting was sure and quick, driving me out of my mind.

I finally let out a long, high-pitched moan and came without warning, digging my fingers into the fabric of my couch. It was endless and freeing and so motherfucking good. I didn’t want it to stop, and it seemed like it never would.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Patrick chanted, fucking me hard as he felt my spasms around him. I knew it would be any