Merol didn't waste another second. He shoved me back against the cold, hard surface of the wall, the impact jarring my spine but sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.
"I will fuck you to death," Merol hissed.
He didn't give me time to breathe before his hand slid down, ripping my pants open. His fingers were blunt and demanding as they pushed past my entrance, stretching me open with a sudden, forceful thrust.
I gasped, my head snapping back against the wallpaper. He began to finger me with a rhythmic, punishing pace, his knuckles rubbing against my outer lips while his middle finger hooked deep inside, searching for the spot that made my toes curl.
"Ahhh..." I whimpered, my hips instinctively bucking against his hand, begging for more. He groaned into my neck, his breath hot and smelling of expensive cologne and raw hunger.
He added a second finger, stretching me wider, the friction creating a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet room.
