some random guy you probably let screw you in the back seat of a car. I’m Paul. Say my name again.”
Simone shook her head back and forth, wanting to hate him for what he said but in reality she hated herself, hated that she allowed herself to get into these situations without clearly thinking them through.
A dark shadow fell over his face as Paul narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t sure what was going through his mind but he seemed pissed. He pinched her clit with enough pressure that made it almost hurt, but it was the kind of pain that also felt good. “Say it or else I’ll stop.”
“Paul!” She cried out when he plowed into her , she thought she could feel him hit her cervix.
“That’s right. Like I said before , you are mine for as long as I want you. And so that there’s no doubt in either of our minds whose pussy this is , I want you to beg for it.”
The hot scalding tears burned the corners of her eyes but she hastily blinked them away. “Is that why you came here? To degrade me?”
Paul flared his nostrils. “You enjoy being degraded . Does it really matter who’s doing the degrading? If you really wanted me to stop , you would have said so.” He paused catching her gaze with his. She couldn’t look away from his magnetic gaze if she tried. A lump formed in her throat. “Don’t stop. Fuck me, Paul. Hard. Fast. Hurt me. Do what you have to do. Just don’t stop.”
He nodded in understanding as he eased out of her. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
“What?”
“Hands and knees , Simone.”
Slowly she obeyed his command, thankful now that her back was to hi m because he wouldn’t see it when she cried. Once she was in position, Paul wasted no time sliding back into her. Simone didn’t think it was possible for him to be any deeper inside of her, but he was. Paul gripped her hips and tore into her like a man possessed. Even as tears slid down her cheeks, her body responded to his, craving every stroke and the way he dug his fingers into her rear. When he grabbed a handful of her hair , it only intensified the sensations coursing through her.
Her climax happened so suddenly that it took her by surprise but Paul continued to plow into her, grunting, growling and making noises that didn’t sound quite human. He rode her until she came again. It was only then when he howled his release. By the time he was done with her, Simone didn’t have the strength to support herself in that position. She collapsed to the floor.
Paul pulled away and stood up. Simone was able to raise her head just long enough to see him adjust his clothing. He hadn’t bothered to remove any of it . Without another word, he turned and headed out the door, leaving Simone on the floor.
Chapter Ten
Paul hated bullies, hated them with a passion. Once he’d grown big enough to stand up to his father, he did . He did his best to protect his mother and sister from an abusive alcoholic father who viewed his family as people to push around because he wasn’t satisfied with his own miserable life. Paul ha d earned a reputation in school for protecting the smaller kids who couldn’t fend for himself. His deep sense of justice was one of the things that gave him a purpose after years of feeling so helpless.
It was why he’d fought so hard for custody of his sister and had taken care of her at an age when most young men were finding themselves. It was one of the reasons why he felt such an affinity for his business partner , Noelle , who had been in an unhealthy relationship at the time of their meeting. Paul felt it was his duty to watch out for her. Admittedly, she’d gone on to marry the man who happened to be his former boss, but until James had done right by her . Paul was the guy who would get extra groceries for the little old lady who used to live in his old apartment building because he knew she lived on a fixed income. He was also the guy who gave boxing lessons to disadvantaged children in
Simone shook her head back and forth, wanting to hate him for what he said but in reality she hated herself, hated that she allowed herself to get into these situations without clearly thinking them through.
A dark shadow fell over his face as Paul narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t sure what was going through his mind but he seemed pissed. He pinched her clit with enough pressure that made it almost hurt, but it was the kind of pain that also felt good. “Say it or else I’ll stop.”
“Paul!” She cried out when he plowed into her , she thought she could feel him hit her cervix.
“That’s right. Like I said before , you are mine for as long as I want you. And so that there’s no doubt in either of our minds whose pussy this is , I want you to beg for it.”
The hot scalding tears burned the corners of her eyes but she hastily blinked them away. “Is that why you came here? To degrade me?”
Paul flared his nostrils. “You enjoy being degraded . Does it really matter who’s doing the degrading? If you really wanted me to stop , you would have said so.” He paused catching her gaze with his. She couldn’t look away from his magnetic gaze if she tried. A lump formed in her throat. “Don’t stop. Fuck me, Paul. Hard. Fast. Hurt me. Do what you have to do. Just don’t stop.”
He nodded in understanding as he eased out of her. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
“What?”
“Hands and knees , Simone.”
Slowly she obeyed his command, thankful now that her back was to hi m because he wouldn’t see it when she cried. Once she was in position, Paul wasted no time sliding back into her. Simone didn’t think it was possible for him to be any deeper inside of her, but he was. Paul gripped her hips and tore into her like a man possessed. Even as tears slid down her cheeks, her body responded to his, craving every stroke and the way he dug his fingers into her rear. When he grabbed a handful of her hair , it only intensified the sensations coursing through her.
Her climax happened so suddenly that it took her by surprise but Paul continued to plow into her, grunting, growling and making noises that didn’t sound quite human. He rode her until she came again. It was only then when he howled his release. By the time he was done with her, Simone didn’t have the strength to support herself in that position. She collapsed to the floor.
Paul pulled away and stood up. Simone was able to raise her head just long enough to see him adjust his clothing. He hadn’t bothered to remove any of it . Without another word, he turned and headed out the door, leaving Simone on the floor.
Chapter Ten
Paul hated bullies, hated them with a passion. Once he’d grown big enough to stand up to his father, he did . He did his best to protect his mother and sister from an abusive alcoholic father who viewed his family as people to push around because he wasn’t satisfied with his own miserable life. Paul ha d earned a reputation in school for protecting the smaller kids who couldn’t fend for himself. His deep sense of justice was one of the things that gave him a purpose after years of feeling so helpless.
It was why he’d fought so hard for custody of his sister and had taken care of her at an age when most young men were finding themselves. It was one of the reasons why he felt such an affinity for his business partner , Noelle , who had been in an unhealthy relationship at the time of their meeting. Paul felt it was his duty to watch out for her. Admittedly, she’d gone on to marry the man who happened to be his former boss, but until James had done right by her . Paul was the guy who would get extra groceries for the little old lady who used to live in his old apartment building because he knew she lived on a fixed income. He was also the guy who gave boxing lessons to disadvantaged children in
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