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This is a power struggle, one she’s already lost and doesn’t know it. Anyone else watching will see two lovers, me laying claim to my property, and her wanting it.
Because she does. She wants me again. I know she wiggled to try and push me away, but her voice caught when she spoke. That catch holds volumes, as does the shallow rise and fall of her chest, and the way she starts to lean into me.
I slip my free hand down her side, then between us. I should probably adjust my erection, but I don’t. I want her to feel it. I like her on edge and ready to unravel because she isn’t sure what she should do.
Run? Give in?
Demand?
When she’s like that she’s ready to crack open. And I need her cracked, open, and shining naked bright.
So, I thrust my hips against her as I slide my hand and her dress up.
“Stop that,” she says, her hands on my arm, “we’re in public.”
“I’m disgusting. Just living down to your expectations.”
“Someone will see.”
“Do you really think I give a fuck, sweetness?”
Mia gasps as I slip my fingers between her thighs, along the slick nakedness of her flesh. She’s perfectly waxed, smooth. And wet. Wetter than just from me fucking her. Turned on Mia is smoking Mia. And she moans as I start to stroke her flesh.
“I’m going to make you come here and now,” I say. “Make you shake and shatter and not be able to stop.”
“Don’t.”
“Say please.”
“I hate you, Christian,” she says.
I slide a finger and my thumb into her. She moans as I start to thrust into her.
“You don’t.”
She gasps as I use my middle finger on her clit. “I do.”
I set a pace, loving the tight, wet heat, a little swollen from our hard sex earlier. Arousal adds to that, too, and she moans again. This time she reaches up and grabs my hair, coiling her fingers in, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to push me away or pull me to her.
I kiss the side of her neck, sucking on the flesh and her cunt tightens on my fingers as I do so. “Ask me to stop, Mia. If you want that.”
“Please . . . Christian . . . oh, God . . .” Her breath is short and sharp, and she quivers, pushing back into me, pushing down on my hand, and I finger her harder, plunging in deeper.
“Mia . . .”
“Please, oh, please, don’t stop.”
She comes apart in my arms, on my fingers.
Her orgasm is violent, and I grip her harder, shoving up deep, holding her there, playing with her clit until she whimpers.
I slowly remove my hand as she settles, slumping a little. And I just hold her. Tight.
Looking up, Frank’s eyes are on us. Narrow. Nasty. But I catch that gaze, hold it as I kiss her throat, turn her to take her mouth, which is soft and compliant.
And then I lick my fingers.
For a moment, I forget I’m playing a strange game with this man. Because she is sweet and salty and unbelievable. I can taste me, sure. But it’s that other taste, the one that’s pure Mia, that intoxicates, makes me harder, and my balls hurt.
