I chuckle at her poor acting skills. “And you’re a dirty little slut who wants to be fucked by the creep.”
Not waiting for her to return fire, I place my thumbs on each side of her clit and start to rub it with alternating motions. Barbara chokes on her breath, her back arching off the couch.
“Say it, firecracker. Tell me what you want. Who you want.”
“N—no,” she says instead, her head turning from side to side. I watch her breathing, her muscles twitching, watch for signs of her getting close to the edge.
“You want to come, Barbara?” I ask mockingly while she thrashes underneath me.
“D—don’t stop,” she sobs, her eyes shut tightly so she can jump off the ledge.
When her ass lifts up from the couch, I stop.
“No!” she screams, reaching between her legs, but I’m faster and hold both of her hands against her stomach with one of mine. “You bastard.”
I wink at her. “Your bastard.
“Motherf—” I interrupt the insult by moving back and bringing her pussy up to my mouth with my hands under her ass.
“I presented a simple solution, my love. Tell me who you want breeding this hole, and I’ll let you come on my cock.”
Her sound of frustration makes my blood sing, and I laugh with glee. She looks away, the immature response making my shoulders shake. Breaking her down is the most fun I’ve ever had, and I hacked into the Pentagon when I was fifteen.
Looking down at her pussy—shining with her arousal and my precum and spit—I let loose a groan that vibrates through my throat.
“Nothing on this planet is as delicious as you, Barbara Neal. Absofuckinglutely nothing.”
With that, I dive in, snarling as her taste hits my tongue. Her thighs clench over my ears, squeezing me while I feast on her cunt. I stretch her with first one finger, then two, then three, getting her ready for my cock when she finally gives in, admits she’s mine.
Just as her channel starts fluttering over my fingers, I pull back, letting her orgasm fizzle out again. Barbara yells with frustration, this time not attempting to get herself off, but trying to punch me instead.
“My firecracker is so violent,” I say with a chuckle that’s part pride, part amusement.
“Just let me come already!” she seethes. “Why are you torturing me like this?”
I grin at her reddened face. “Oh, little bee, I’m not the one torturing you. You’re doing it to yourself.” Positioning myself between her legs again, I raise an eyebrow and continue calmly: “Tell me who you want breeding this tight little snatch and I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle.”
Barbara breathes out through her nose slowly and turns her head to the side. “You,” she mumbles so quietly that I can barely hear her.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask gleefully. “I didn’t hear you.” I tap my cockhead over her pussy, depositing a few more pearly drops. She has no idea I’m being tortured just as much as she is.
“You,” Barbara says louder, her eyes narrowing.
I click my tongue. “You know that’s not what I need to hear, baby.”
“Ethan,” she mutters.
I nudge the tip of my cock against her swollen clit, enjoying the smooth glide.
“You know, I had a grenade explode near me once, my hearing’s not been the same since then and?—”
“Ethan Kane!” Barbara screams, her fists bunched up and ready to hit me again. “I want Ethan Kane breeding my pussy!” The second part comes out even louder, echoing in her small apartment.
I blink at the volume before smirking at her. “Your neighbors and I appreciate the confession, little bee.”
Finally, I start slowly pushing in even as she squirms for more, her face red from frustration and shame.
“Look at your pussy taking me like my perfect little cumdump, firecracker,” I growl when I get halfway in. Barbara moans in response to my words, her lids tightly shut. I take both of her nipples in my hands and twist until her eyes shoot open, her pussy strangling me with how hard it clenches. “I said, look.”
