“Tell me what you want.” I push.
“I want your cock…” she’s cut off by a gasp as I add another finger inside her.
“Where?”
“There,” she moans, trembling. “Inside me.”
I grin, teeth flashing like a wolf while I slowly start pumping my wrist.
“Fuck,” she gasps, unable to focus on my cock any longer, dragging it down with her hand before letting go. It slaps my abs, tip flushed and angry.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“I can’t with you—” Her mouth opens and closes while I fuck her with my fingers. “Dom, please!”
“If your little pussy can’t handle this, how’s it gonna handle my cock?”
She looks up, hunger in her bright eyes—her fire mine to tame. But I don’t want to tame her; I want to strike the match that sets her off.
“Are you going to keep stroking?” I ask, fisting her wet hair. “Or do I need to fuck your throat first so you get a feel for what’s about to happen to your pretty little cunt?”
Her eyelashes flutter, and her pussy squeezes around my fingers tighter. She loves this.
I step closer, cock nudging her stomach, and pull my fingers out.
She protests at the loss.
You get what you give, baby.
I slide my hand down the back of her leg, fingers curving behind her knee. She gasps as I lift it, bracing against me while I open her up, positioning her exactly how I want—open and ready.
“Now touch yourself, and keep your eyes on me.”
Her fingers tremble as they slide down. Heat wars with shyness as she drags her hand between her thighs. Her eyes flutter, but she forces them back to mine.
That look nearly ends me.
“You feel that?” I ask quietly. “The little mess you made just for me?”
She nods, cheeks burning. Two fingers glide through her arousal. Her breath stutters so hard her chest shakes. I tighten my grip behind her knee, lifting her higher, forcing her balance to rely on me.
“You like being watched?” I tilt my head.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Show me.” I step closer, cock heavy between us, water running down my back.
She pulls her fingers free and lifts them, glistening with her arousal. “Fuck,” I whisper, staring at them like they’re sacred.
I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth. I taste her—warm and salty—swirling my tongue around her fingers. She moans, head tipping back, completely wrecked from the sight of me tasting her.
“You’re insane,” she pants.
“And you’re delicious,” I murmur, dragging her hand down her stomach, my mouth brushes hers. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I press her to the tile and crash my mouth onto hers. She moans, clutching my shoulders, arching into me.
I pull my lips away and I lift her leg higher, holding her open as water pours over us. I start stroking myself, eyes locked on hers. My cock is thick, leaking at the tip, and her mouth parts at the sight.
