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“Your pussy begs to differ.” Said part clenches in response.
“What the fuck!” I say, ignoring that clenching. I think he knows though. He has some sixth sense attached to my pussy that knows when it wants him. It has to be that. How else would he always know when to keep pushing me? His voice is low and rough when he speaks, one hand on the wall next to my head as he looks down at me, the other moving from my thigh to my hip and back down. A taunt.
“I bet you’re still wet from last night. Is my come still in you, sweet girl?”Holy fucking shit.
“No,” I answer, not even giving a small second to let my mind decide.
“No?” That smile grows.
“I’m not wet.” I spit the lie out.
“Let Daddy test, prove me wrong.”That should not be so fucking hot. There’s no universe where a man calling himself daddy should be so fucking sexy, but here we are.Without the approval of my mind, my legs shift a bit, separating, giving access, and I want to kill my traitorous body. His smile grows as that hand on my hip moves up, under my shirt, and then down, into my shorts, bypassing the nonexistent panties, right to my slit where his finger glides easily.
There’s no way to hide it.
I’m already soaked.
There’s something about this man. No matter how annoying and frustrating I find him, there’s still a part of me that wants him to own me. Shit, he breaks down my door, pins me in place, says a few words, and my body reacts like it is, in fact, his to do with as he pleases.
“Fuuuckk, sweet girl. Soaked for me,” he purrs, moving that thick finger up and down, gathering wet and swirling it around the spot that’s already aching for him.
I had him last night, came hard, and already it’s like I haven’t had an orgasm in centuries. His breath is hot on my neck as his tongue starts at the collarbone revealed in Ben’s too-big tee, dragging up my neck until he reaches my ear and nips it, all the while his wet finger circles my clit gently, not enough.
“Don’t know what it is about you, Lola. You drive me up a fucking wall, more trouble than you’re worth. You never fucking listen to me, you—”
“Why should I?” I ask, cutting him off, taunting him. “Why should I listen to you?” He brings this out in me. This need to fight him, to argue. With him, the Lola who takes on too much and says yes to everything disappears, revealing a version of me I’ve hidden my entire life.
“Because as soon as you start acting like a good girl, I’ll start treating you like one.” A shiver runs down my spine, a shiver I know he feels. That one finger presses hard on my clit, eliciting a moan from me. “But if you act like a little brat, I’m going to fuck you and come in you before you can finish. Then you’ll spend the rest of the day with my come leaking out of you, miserable and needy because you didn’t get there. You’ll need to wait until I’m done with my last client before I can finish you off tonight.”
I want to spit in his face.
I also want him to make me come on his dick.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Before I can answer, the finger on my clit sinks down again, filling me but not enough. After last night, I know what that could feel like, and I don’t want to settle.
Fuck my dignity.
Fuck the fact that he’s a total fucking douche canoe.
I need the service he’s readily offering.
When I think of it that way, it’s easier to swallow. Much easier than admitting I want this man, and possibly for more than just his dick. For a split second, my mind moves to him dancing with me last night, singing Elton John in my ear until I stopped shaking and then helping me forget about my shitty night and my worse nightmares.
Nope. I must move forward. I can’t let myself think of the things that make himnota dick.
So instead, my hands go to the waistband of my shorts and push down, letting them pool at my feet as I step out of them.
“Good girl it is,” he says under his breath, a cocky smile on his lips.
“You’re an ass,” I say, both as a reminder to him and myself as he crooks the finger in me, grazing my G spot.
“Keep telling yourself that,” he replies, and then his hands are on my hips, pulling me up and pressing me to the wall, urging my legs to wrap around him. “I’m gonna fuck you against this wall, sweet girl, and you’re going to tell me just how good it feels to be full of me.”
Full body quakes.
This man’s mouth.
