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I have to be better.
Diverting to a new tactic, I nuzzle my face in his neck, nipping at the tendons bulging with effort while I ride him in a hard, steady rhythm.
“Yes. More!” I breathe in his ear. “The feel of you inside me… God, the pleasure is almost too much. I’m bursting, and I still want more.” I slide down his cock and bite at his bottom lip.
With a thrust up, Marrok glides over a sensitive spot that sends me reeling. I moan, wishing my reaction was fake. Too much more of that and…
No! Time to finish this.
I sit up. Instant relief. Being near him, with our faces inches apart, it’s too intimate. More like making love and less like an obligatory fuck.
Wearing a kittenish smile, I toy with my nipples. Instantly, his eyes widen. His breathing roughens. He swallows hard.
“You like to watch me touch myself?”
“Aye. The sight of you…”
I do it again and thrust down on him. Inside me, he swells, pressing tight against my slick, swollen walls. As I lift all the way to his tip, his thick head scrapes me again. I propel my hips faster.
Marrok grits his teeth, his whole body taut. “Olivia. Come…with…me.”
Not on your life.
From now on, sex will be on my terms. Orgasm is the only thing I’ll take from him. Yes, I’m tempted. Climax is right there. I’m so close. Only sheer willpower keeps me from giving into my racing tingles and burning blood. He’s going to beat me to the finish line…but not by much.
“Now!” I shout. It has to be, or I’ll go over with him.
Marrok grabs my hips and impales me on his length in rapid-fire strokes. I claw at my thighs and focus on the pain, blocking just enough of the ecstatic bliss as he plows into me.
I’m sweating, panting, and shaking when he finally lets go with a massive roar. I do my best to block out the quivering of my womb as he splashes it with hot seed.
My energy surges.
Finally, I catch my breath and lift away, struggling to ignore the heavy, unfulfilled ache making my body weep.
But when I try leaping from the bed, Marrok catches me by the ankle and drags me back to the mattress, shoving me flat on my back. He affixes his thumb to my clit. Fire streaks between my legs. Then he grabs a fistful of my hair and angles my face under his, just where he wants it. “I know what game you play, and I will not have it.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I try to sound as if I’m sated and his touch doesn’t affect me at all.
“Liar. If you ever withhold your pleasure from me again, I will fuck you ruthlessly and make you scream. Then I will fuck you again.”
Oh, god. I close my eyes and refuse to look at him. But it doesn’t matter. He’s all over me—his touch, his scent, the echo of his threat. His mind-blowing thumb. Everything about him melts my self-control. I’m seconds from coming.
“Marrok, don’t. Stop.”
“Do not stop?” He smirks. “As you wish…”
That’s my only warning before he flips me onto my hands and knees and positions his crest against my aching slit. Insistently, he probes, teasing me with just the tip.
How is it possible he’s hard again?
I scratch at the sheets. “No.”
“Aye. I will not stop until you have come for me so many times you beg and plead and admit you are mine.”
“Kiss my ass,” I manage between harsh breaths.
He laughs without mirth. “Oh, I shall start there, but I intend to do more than kiss it. Later, you will see. But for now, I will fuck this cunt. It’s mine.”
