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“Admit it.” His breath is hot against my moist skin, but the look in his eyes when they meet mine is hotter. Dangerous.
“No.”
“I can smell your pussy, remember.” A slow, knowing smile begins to spread. At least I can’t blush since my body’s already flushed like I’m running a fever. “You’re wet. You’re ready. Stop denying your body what it needs.”
“I don’t know what you want from me.” I’m frustrated, sure, but I’m a little lost on top of that. I genuinely don’t understand what this is all about. He wants to fuck me? He’d go to all this trouble for that? Is his ego that monstrous?
“I want this.” He wastes no time working two thick digits inside me, sliding through my wetness, forcing my thighs apart when I clamp them together. “And I want you to admit what we both know.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter over the waves of pleasure radiating from my core. It’s so good… but somehow, not enough. Something is missing.
And he knows it. “I want you to admit I’ve claimed you. Until then, my fingers are the best you’re going to get.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
He adds a thumb, circling my clit, and my eyes nearly roll back. “You sure about that?”
“Yes.” Absolutely not. Not when he seems to know the magic spell to drive me out of my mind with hunger, desire, and deep, aching need.
I can’t give in. I can’t. I refuse. This is my life, my body. I’m not about to give up control.
Not even when he teases my nipples with his tongue. I hold my breath, my body tensing, my back arching so I can give him more of me. He laughs knowingly before scraping his teeth over one of them, and pure sensation explodes outward, leaving me mewling like a kitten no matter how I fight to keep it together.
“That feel good?” He drives his fingers harder, slamming his knuckles against me, his thumb flying over my clit now. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.
My hips lift before I jerk them in time with his strokes, meeting them, doubling the pressure and the pleasure. “Yes!” I have to admit, no matter how it shames me. “Yes, yes!”
“You ready to admit the truth?”
The bastard. “No.” My hips keep jerking, though. I can’t help it.
“You don’t want me to fuck you? For real?” He presses in on my G-spot, and fireworks explode in my head, and a frustrated howl tears itself from my chest, but I shake my head.
“Then I guess all I can do is claim your orgasm.” He slams his fingers in once more, and the world goes dark for a second; I’d swear it does, like my brain shut down in the force of unfathomable pleasure that now rolls through me in one delicious wave after another.
“That’s mine,” he reminds me over my broken cries. “Bet my cock could make you come better than that.”
Even though it’s the last thing I want to say, I manage to grunt out. “No.”
“What a shame.” He chuckles against the skin of my navel on his way down my body. The muscles jump and flutter in my belly while my hand shoots out, and I almost run my fingers through his hair. I need the connection. But no. I’m already encouraging him enough without meaning to.
Trying to close my legs against the onslaught he forces on me with his lips and tongue is useless. “Say it, and I’ll fuck you. I know you want it. Your pussy’s weeping with the need for my cock.”
“No!” I want it more than anything, but no. Not if it means giving him what he wants. I control myself, and this is the last little thing I can claim as my own.
“If you say so.” He goes to work licking my skin clean of my juices, and I spread my thighs wider, even if it does make him laugh. What does it matter now? He already knows I’m helpless for his touch, that his tongue does things to me I didn’t know were possible. Every drop he licks up is evidence of how he knows just what to do, how I need it.
What would he be able to do if he fucked me? Oh, god, I hate that question. It makes me want to beg him. I will never beg him. Not even when my thighs clamp around his head a split second before I come again, and the tension in my core finally releases.
But he won’t stop. I don’t want him to, either, even if I’m afraid I can’t take much more of this. It’s too intense, too good. My hands slide over the sheets, and my head rolls back and forth as I lose myself again, and damn it, if he would only fuck me already. I need it. I need him. Not just his tongue thrusting deep into my pussy but his dick. Hard and fast until I have to beg him to stop.
