“Do you really think you’re in any kind of position to make demands?” Oh fuck, this was getting interesting. She thought the ball was in her court. The beast in me was salivating for what was to come.
“Teresa,” I warned.
“What?” she asked, striding back to me, stopping just mere inches from me. “What are you going to do, Fletch? Hmm? You going to upload that video?”
“Teresa.” A muscle under my eye twitched.
“I don’t think you are. I honestly don’t think you ever planned on doing that,” she said softly, shrugging out of the tiny little cardigan before tossing it onto the bed next to me. “I think you were trying to get my attention.”
“I’d asked you out a couple of times, and you said no.” I swallowed, not daring to blink.
“And you’re not the kind of guy who takes no for an answer?” She stood in front of me.
Then slowly, she straddled my lap.
One thigh over the other. Sweat started to form at the back of my neck. I could feel the heat of her bare pussy just on top of me.
“Teresa, cielo.”
“How?” I groaned, knowing it was time to give it to her.
“My mom. She’s first gen Salvadoran. Hammered it into my siblings’ heads and mine that being bilingual was a superpower.” Her hand skimmed the line of my jaw. “And my dad agreed.”
“That’s actually really… sweet,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have assumed you didn’t know a second language.”
“Thanks,” I rasped, loving the way she was slowly moving on top of me. It was no secret how hard I was beneath her. I was too big to hide it from her.
“Fuck, baby, you feel good.” She’d feel better if I could rest my hands on her hips and back instead of having them tied up in front of me and between us.
“You’re hard.”
“You’re on my lap and breathing, cielo. How else am I supposed to be?” I roughly answered, and the sound of her laughter did something to me. It smoothed out little jagged bits inside of me I hadn’t known existed. Having her on my lap, so fucking close, feeling all of her, made every fucking sacrifice I’d ever made in my life worth it. I would do whatever I had to endure to get to this part of my life.
“I think you’re a smooth talker.” She smiled, rolling her hips against me. Her breathing changed and she licked her lips. My girl leaned in and pressed her lips to my chin, my jaw, then my neck before exhaling sexily against the shell of my ear. “You’re so big and hard,” she whispered. A deep guttural sound vibrated through me.
“Cielo,” I groaned, and that fucking sound, that sweet little laugh, rang between us before she pulled away slightly.
My mouth watered at the sight as she reached behind her. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest as she reached behind her, under her dress, without showing me a damn thing while she worked on undoing her bra. Slowly, torturously slowly, she pulled it free from under her dress and let it fall beside me.Her tits bounced freely under her dress, the tiny little straps slightly sliding over the gently slope of her shoulder.
“Baby.”
“You told me to strip, I did it.” The little minx.
“Baby—“
“Next time, you should be a little more specific.” She got off my lap.
“Where are you going?” She simply turned, glancing over her shoulder to give me a wink.
Did she really think she could tie me up with her panties, rub her bare pussy on me, and leave while she wore nothing under that sweet-as-hell sundress?Fuck no.Before I could even think, I was right behind her, caging her body with mine, her panties off my wrists.
“Where do you think you’re going, Teresa?” I growled, gently brushing her hair away from her throat. “You still haven’t shown me what’s mine.” I pressed my cock against her lower back and didn’t miss the way she moaned.
“Did you want me to chase you, baby? Is that what you wanted?” I spun her around. And again, faster than I knew I was capable of, I pinned her own wrists above her head, back against the door. She grinned. My sassy girl was dirty and fucking perfection She looked up at me, dark eyes piercing my soul, pushing her perfect tits against my own chest.
“You going to tie me up now?”
“Baby,” I rasped, running my nose against hers. “You called me a bully.”
