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“And maybe we need to work on that,” I told her gruffly.
With her legs forming the shape of a diamond, and her arms doing the same, just inverted, I stared at her tits, and seeing the lack of jiggle, and the way they remained very firmly at the front, not even by an inch sagging into her armpits, had my hands craving to squeeze them.
I was a tit man, through and through.
“You’d better learn,” I told her gruffly, “that you can’t control me through sex, Camille.”
She swallowed. “I never intended to—”
I moved my hand to between her legs, and upon stroking my fingers over her pussy and finding her dry, I told her, “Another lesson, don’t lie to me. Because that was bullshit. If it was the truth, you’d be wet, but you’re not.”
“I-I—”
“Y-You,” I mocked, and I tapped her there, a flat clap to the pussy. “Only honesty in here, or I’ll be pissed, Camille. You don’t want to see me angry.”
Her cheeks flushed again—with temper this time. “You can’t be any worse than my father.”
“And that’s one way to kill a boner,” I said dryly, even though my cock refused to listen and stayed as hard as ever.
Deciding that I was done talking, before I talked myself out of this, I acted. Doing exactly what I’d wanted but denied myself last night.
Grabbing the briefs that cuffed her ankles, I moved her legs high, so high that her thighs pressed against her chest, leaving her pussy exposed to me in a whole different way.
She groaned and rasped, “Please, Brennan,” which detonated something in my mind.
I climbed onto the bed, pressing her ankles above her head so she was pinned in place, her ass rocking up to the perfect angle that meant I could drop my dick onto her cunt like it was a ledge.
The sweetest, pale pink ledge there ever fucking was.
My mouth watered with the need to taste her, but that wasn’t what this was about.
I’d admit to acting on instinct here, but the second I started to rock my hips, I decided that words were important after all.
“See that pretty pink pussy?” I rasped at her, encouraging her to look down, to look at us.
I wasn’t going to deny that it was awkward for her, because it was. She was pink again but from lack of air and from my turning her into a human pretzel, but she didn’t argue. In fact, she did as I asked, and though we meant nothing to each other than a means to an end, even she responded to the visceral sight of that beautiful cunt of hers and my cock soaring over the quivering, frilly flesh that I was determined would be sopping wet with my cum in a few minutes.
“I-I see it.”
“I’m going to come all over it,” I told her gruffly. “And because you teased me, you’re going to walk around all morning covered in my cum.”
Beneath my dick, I felt her sex contract in response to my order.
A cocky smile twisted my lips as I murmured, “Someone likes the sound of that.”
She gulped, shook her head. “N-No, I mean, that’s gross. I have to shower.”
“You smell as good as you did last night,” I argued. “And if you keep on lying to me, I’ll make you marry me not only with your pussy covered in my cum but your tits too after I fuck them before the ceremony.”
Eyes flaring wide, that goddamn cunt of hers clenching down again—so goddamn hard that my dick could feel it—she whispered, “I won’t lie to you again.”
“Good girl,” I purred, before I leaned one hand on her thigh and then placed the other above my cock so that as I rocked against her, the friction was even better, especially now some of her pussy juices eased the way. “Although,” I told her softly, “I think you like the idea of being covered in my cum. Why is that, Camille?”
