Especially when she was in nothing but her panties and shirt. Even if she was almost half my age.
I was tired of holding back anymore.
Fucking hell, any man would have groveledat what I stared down at. The thought alone made me want to roar like a beast, staring down at his prey. I wasn’t going to be a hypocrite and ever judge Phoebe for having sex with other men, even if I was one jealous son of a bitch. I had been having sex since I was seventeen—I had no place to judge her for anything.
But to see her breathless, tits pressed against that slim top, with drool and smeared lipstick covering her face. To see bruise marks already forming along her pale skin and yet witness how her need for more persisted. I knew no one but me would ever see this sight again.
Even if it meant I had to fight her until the end of it all.
Even if it meant I had to prove to her how I was different.
Even if it meant I had to end them.
I would be a broken record for the rest of my existence, even if it meant I was the broken record that needed to leave scars against her pretty skin.
Fuck, even that sounded enticing.
She stared down at me from my position on the floor as a mixture of lust, frustration, and maybe even acceptance swirled through the absinthe of her eyes. She was a mixed drink of all emotions, and from thewet spot on her panties moments before, I knew that I was sure to have my fill of everything and more soon.
Especially as she kept holding her legs together like she was desperate for something.
Anything.
My chest nearly vibrated by how wet I found her, though I never broke eye contact, even as her breath hitched when I began to spread her legs. Her throat bobbed as she gulped down a mouthful of air, her fingers twitching at her sides. My fingers traced the lips of her cleanly shaved skin. My mouth watered when I finally broke our staring contest to spread the lips of her pussy, only to reveal a bead of arousal clinging to her clit.
Fucking hell. I was a dead man.
“Is this all for me, little girl? Is this how naughty girls react when they’re abused and used, or is that just you?” I asked as I leaned down and blew a breath against her clit. The softest of moans escaped her mouth as she tipped her head back from the sensation.
“You’re so mean.”
“Yes. And you didn’t answer my question.”
“Probably because you know the damn answer,” she snapped. God help me, I nearly wanted to laugh. She was feisty when she didn’t get her way.
Toofuckin’bad.
I cocked an eyebrow at her and slapped her clit with the palm of my hand lightly. She could have an attitude with me all she wanted, but none of it would go unnoticed. I didn’t care if I had to bruise her ass with a paddle or edge her for hours on end—my girl would learn how to show respect if she truly wanted what she desperately craved.
“I’m waiting, Phoebe.”
“Yeah, so am I. Are you just going to look at me from your knees all night? What’s next,little boy? A ring? I always knew you fell fast.”
Well, fuck. She wasn’t wrong. My cock jumped at the thought, and I was exceedingly grateful that she couldn’t see the effect she had on me from her position on the couch. Because the truthful answer was that I would love to kneel before her and worship her all night long one day. I would love to place the biggest ring on her finger one day.
Not tonight, though.
I slapped her clit again, harder. Her face turned bright red as her entire body jolted from the impact. “Little girl, we can do this all night. You can either answer my question or we can bruise this little pussy until you’re on the edge. But believe me when I say that I will hold you back from that cliff for eternity if you choose the second option. Over andover again. I could make these pussy lips puffy and ruined, your legs shaking, all while you sob into the leather of this couch.”
“You wouldn’t,” she practically seethed.
I grinned, chuckling when she yelped as two smacks hit her perfect cunt, both in perfect, hard symmetry. Her thighs trembled from the impact, and I hummed my joy and pleasure into her skin as she lifted her right leg and curled it around my shoulder. Her back nearly bowed from the leather beneath her.
She was an absolute vision.
And she liked it when her cunt was abused.
I blew a breath against her clit again. Her pussy practically wept for my touch and I couldn’t wait to make her weep for it, too. Once her back was plastered to the couch again, chest heaving and breaths hollow, I tested my theory.
