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I’m at a loss for words, words that may very well save my life at this point. Because holy fuck he is pissed.
“Sorry,” I choke out through his hold. He starts to walk me back until I hit the side of the bed. “I … I just had to pee.”
He says nothing as his hand releases from my throat. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Suddenly, I feel his hands on me, picking me up, and I’m being tossed into the air. I land on the bed as I let out a yelp.
Before I can react, Dekker is hovering over me.
“Did you not see the rope that blocked off the stairs?” His body presses into mine, and I start to panic.
“I did! I’m sorry! I just really had to go to the bathroom and the line downstairs was long as fuck! I had no clue this was yourroom. I didn’t even know this was your frat. Please, let me go, and I won’t bother you anymore.”
Dekker shakes his head. “No. You came into my room, you’re mine now.” He grabs my hands and places them over my head. Leaning down, he licks up the side of my neck.
I don’t know whether to push him off or let him do whatever he is about to do, because my body is sure as fuck betraying my head right now. I can feel a pulsing between my legs. A dampness starting to form.
Do I like this? I think I like this. Shit, yeah, I fucking like this right now. Fuck.
“So, the question is, what am I gonna do with you?” Dekker growls into my ear. “Tell me, Angel. What should I do to you for breaking into my room? There has to be a price to pay for breaking and entering.”
He slowly grinds against me, and oh my God. He is hard as fuck. And huge.
“Please,” I beg. Though I am not sure what for.
“Please what, Angel?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.” And I truly don’t. Not a single neuron in my brain is firing correctly at the moment.
Briefly, it’s like my senses come back to me and I remember who I’m dealing with. But then he pushes against me with his hardness, and I lose all train of fucking thought.
My body and my mind are not on the same page. At all.
Dekker grinds harder, letting out a long, guttural groan. His hands tighten around my wrists as I struggle to try and break free from his hold. His hips pick up speed as his obviously hard dick presses against my core.
My entire body starts to burn up. There’s a warm and fluttering feeling in my belly and I know I’m so close.
I shift my hips just a bit to try and get the friction I need to take me over that edge. But as I do, my eyes meet with his and there is a wicked gleam in them.
In a swift motion, he grabs both wrists with one, while reaching down and unbuttoning his shorts. He stops grinding against me, and my eyes widen.
Is he going to fuck me? Oh god, do I want him to fuck me? I don’t even know if there’s a right answer to that question.
“Oh fuck.” His hoarse voice breaks me out of my thoughts. My mouth drops open as I watch what he’s doing to me. His hand rapidly strokes his hardness, and I can see piercings that he has that he calls a ladder or something as his hand glides over it. But then my fascination with it is cut short.
This motherfucker is coming all over me, right at the apex of my thighs, on my jeans. I watch as he roars through his release, his cum firing out from his cock. And I am too fucking stunned to even stop it. To fight back.
His chest rises and falls as he comes down from his high. “Fuck. Thanks, Angel. I needed to clean the pipes before I go sink in some slut pussy tonight.”
He takes the head of his still hard-as-a-rock cock and spreads the cum into my jeans.
That’s when reality comes crashing back to me. I buck against him and try to throw him off me.To no avail.
“Get off me, you fucking heathen!” I scream at him.
All that does is make him laugh even more.
“It’s cute that you think you can move me. Just remember, Angel, there are consequences for your actions. You came into my room when you weren’t invited.”
Dekker pushes off of me, and I scramble off the bed. Trying to put distance between me and him. His eyes bore into mine as he tucks himself back into his shorts.