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“I hate you,” she moans. Her words contradict the sounds she’s making.
She’s so cute when she’s pissed off. I pinch her clit, and she actually snarls at me.
“Okay, Hellcat.” I smirk. “I’ll make you a deal. You look me in the eye and come up with five things you hate about me. If you make it to five, I’ll stop. But if you drop eye contact or fumble your words, I get to slap this pretty pussy. Ready?”
She consents. I’m starting to worry I won’t ever get to come. I let her fall onto her back again while I grip her sides and impale her on me. She wastes no time getting started.
“You ignore me.”
“One.”
“You spit out the French macarons I made you.”She saw that?
“Two.”
“You let that g-girl sit—” She inhales. “Sit on your lap.” She looks away, bracing for the impact. I spread her wide for me and slap as I thrust. Her surprised mouth pops open and the lovely raspy moan has me doubling down on my focus.
“Three,” I grit out.
“You... you...” It’s as if she’s forgotten how to speak.
“What’s wrong, baby, can’t think straight? Don’t be impolite. Answer me.”
Slap.
Gasp.“You don’t tip me at the bar!”
“Four.”
She moans and slides herself up and down my cock while lying on her back.Well, this is fun.Does she even realize she’s fucking herself on me?
“That was only four. Focus, Freya. Give me one more.”
Her eyes bounce between mine, but nothing comes out of her mouth.
“Need help? How about I didn’t tell you I was Hat Trick Swayze... Or that it pisses you off that I’m able to get you off with my tongue when no one else can... What about that I watched you onFollowerseven after I knew it was you, stroking myself every time you told me about your boring day—I’ll never stop rubbing my dick to you... Come on, Freya, say it. Tell me why you hate me. I’m arrogant . . . I get off on your anger...”
She hisses again, still grinding against me.
“That’s what I thought. You’re not going to give me number five. Because you love it when I make you come, don’t you, Freya?” She worries her raised eyebrows and nods as if she’s ashamed. I continue gripping her hips and driving into her. Leaning down, I bite below her ear. “Say it out loud,” I whisper the command, slowing my strokes and gripping my dick to fight my release.
She mumbles under her breath.
“Speak up.”
“I love it when you make me come,” she whimpers.
“Fuck...” She’s killing me.
Her rhythm becomes choppy as she attempts to keep up.
“You are the sweetest fucking slut, baby.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Okay, give me one more. I know you have it in you.”
I feel her up, toying with her nipple.
“I-I don’t!”
“Then why didn’t you say number five? Why didn’t you give me a color?” I growl.
