“I’m not—ah!—calling you that, you sick fuck!” I moaned despite myself, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. My thighs trembled. I tried to close my legs, but he forced them wider, shoulders wedged between them.

He leaned in and replaced his thumb with his mouth, sucking my clit hard between his lips. His tongue flicked rapidly while his fingers fucked me deeper, faster. Pleasure exploded through me in humiliating waves. I was fighting it—clenching every muscle, cursing him in my head—but my body betrayed me completely.

“Stop—oh god—get off me!” I sobbed, even as fresh slick gushed around his fingers. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked my...