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I had no idea what I was doing interrupting his little ongoing issue with Barbie. Kissing him in plain sight felt like I’d stamped some sort of ownership over him. I hated that I loved the feeling of it. A small part of me basked in knowing he was mine. Only mine. Even if only in my mind.
I’m gonna fuck those secrets from you hard. Good luck with that. My mouth would never reveal the words he believed he wanted to hear.
Peering down at me with a smirk he spoke, “Preston told us you like to play rough. Do you need me to pull your hair painfully and slap your pussy to get off?”
Dickhead. I narrowed my eyes at him even though those words made my pussy pulse in need. I had issues. How did I politely ask him to slam me against the wall and fuck me until I couldn’t catch my breath and didn’t know my own name?
Leaning on my tiptoes, I trailed a path under the curve of his jaw with my lips, gently biting it then pulling back. His eyes were scorching. I shivered, feeling the lick of desire run up my spine.
“Just to start… yeah,” I replied. “I want more than one orgasm, though.”
He laughed as if he couldn’t believe I was that forward enough to demand it. Shaking his head and walking backwards into the room, he shrugged his t-shirt off, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. As he noticed my attention to his movements, his hand slid down his carved abs slowly. My mouth watered and I wanted to lick the dips between his olive skin. He carried on unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he warned darkly.
“I hope so.” I licked my lips. I started removing my clothing and kicked my shoes to the side until, I was standing fully naked in the middle of the dimmed room. His eyes took in every part of my body.
He toed off his biker boots, the laces messy and undone. Just like him. He pushed down his jeans and boxers together standing proudly in his bare flesh. It brought attention to the tattoos which I’d only previously glimpsed. They carried on up both his arms to his shoulders with a mirage of black and grey patterns. A canvas that you’d be forever tracing with your fingers, or tongue.
I barely had time to take a breath before he was in my space, dragging me across the room to the table. He slammed me down on top of it as my back twinged in discomfort, which I instantly dismissed.
I was one hundred percent committed to seeing this materialise. Bending to eye level with my pussy, his hands slowly stroked from both my ankles, lightly increasing the pressure as his touch skated closer towards where I desperately needed him. I was so turned on and we hadn’t even really begun.
Tightening his hold, he moved up to the inside of my thigh, so close. He pushed my legs apart, the side of my knees knocking on the table as he licked a path from my ass to my pussy swirling his tongue heavily over my clit. He ate me out like I was his favourite meal that he couldn’t get enough of.
Texas never let up, sucking and licking with crazy intensity as I writhed around in pleasure, keeping me pinned in place. I wasn’t complaining.
He bit my clit roughly, pulling it between his teeth and I detonated, crying out as my body shook and my hands left the table clutching onto his hair so tightly, digging my nails into his scalp. He released a grunt as he lapped at me gently before pulling away and standing up over me, watching the desire that I couldn’t mask stamped all over my face.
“One,” he announced, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.Huh?
“An orgasm turns you into mouldable pet material,” he grinned, eyes lighting up and loving the idea of me being his little pet. “Mmm, I’ll enjoy collaring you to me.”
“Remember,” I told him with a snarl, “A collar is a claim, a claim is attachment. But there’s two ends of the lead that you’ll lock to make me follow.” He’d be mine as much as I’d be his, if he wanted to go down that route. Not that I’d allow it. Maybe… probably not.Dammit.
“Good point,” he commented, grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket on the floor and ripping the top off with his teeth, spitting the rubbish to the side. He rolled it on allowing me to fully appreciate his hard length up close. I leaned up on my elbows to watch. His dick was large, swollen.
Stepping forward, he glided his cock up and down, between the wetness of me but not entering. My frustration mounted, I needed him inside me, like yesterday.
“Hurry up, or I’ll scratch and bite,” I warned.
“Oh.” He licked his bottom lip, which I followed. “You’ll crawl and beg too,” he promised, as he gripped one hip and surged fully into me with no warning.
Fuck. I screamed, as he bottomed out and held still, fully seated in me. Waiting for me to adjust to him, because he was thick. I felt so fucking full. Only the second person ever I’d had sex with, and my first by choice.
“You’re choking my cock. So fucking tight,” he gritted out.
Feeling me loosen slightly as I adjusted, he started moving, pulling back and slamming straight back in with long and fast strokes, making me lose my absolute mind as raw sounds made their way from my throat.
One of his hands played with my hardened nipple, gently circling before tweaking and rolling it between his fingers, moving onto the other. Back and forth.
He stood straight, dipping his head as saliva dropped from his mouth, landing on my clit and he blended it in, rubbing me fast then slow. My climax snuck up on me again, and he’d pull away, making a whine of protest escape, to which he snickered. Evil bastard.
“You’re one of those, aren’t you?” I huffed out.
“What?”
“A sadist!” I snapped. He kept edging my orgasm, and I was going to kill him soon if he didn’t follow through.
