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When I tried sitting up again, he shoved me back down onto the mattress. “I’m in charge, love.”
A low whine escaped my lips. “But I want—”
“You want my cock? Where do you want it, Christine? In your tight, pretty little pussy? You want to choke my dick and ride me until you can’t think straight?” He eyed me, his words making my need grow tenfold. “No. You want to taste it. Do you want to ride my face while slurping down my come? A tasty treat for my queen.”
I nodded, eager for exactly what he described. “Yesss.”
“Too fucking bad,” he replied before climbing on top of me and rubbing the head of his cock over my clit. “I’ll be right here. Just close enough so you can feel how good I could fill you up.”
I jerked my hips forward, hoping to urge him closer to my entrance, but he pinned me down and started sliding his dick up and down my folds, massaging my pleasure just torturously slow enough for me to feel good but still ache for more.
“Fuck, August. Fuck me.”
He reached for my throat, wrapping his fingers around my delicate skin before looking me in the eye. “You didn’t say please, love.”
He thrust against my clit. Again. And again. And again. My heart beat erratically, every cell in my body practically on fire as he brought me closer and closer. I pinned my lips, knowing if I said I was on the verge of coming again, he’d stop.
And just before that wave of bliss could hit me full force, he pulled away once more. “Goddamn it, August.”
“Something wrong, beautiful?” he asked.
“I want to come!” My pout simply made him smile.
“And I want to own you,” he replied before rolling off of me and grabbing my hips in one fluid movement. Lying on his back, he guided me to his face with surprising strength, easing me down onto his mouth until I knew he was going to suffocate.
I looked down at him and frowned at the wicked gleam in his eyes.
And then he sucked on my clit.
Oh, glorious torture. He dug his fingers into my hips, holding me down while he lavished my body with his tongue. I rode his face, knowing damn well if I wanted my own release, I’d have to encourage it.
But when I curved my body and found a rhythm, he stopped me once more, pinning me still while he licked his lips.
“Fucking asshole!” I roared.
He shoved me off of him, and I landed on the mattress once more. Not wanting to give him time to manipulate my body into another cruel position, I reached for my clit and tried to get myself off without him.
He wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Such a naughty girl. You can try, but it won’t feel as good. You want my cock to fill you up, love? Want me to slam into you? Pull your hair. Let you ride me?”
The cocky motherfucker. I knew he was right. If I got off now, it would just piss me right the fuck off. I wanted him to make me feel good.
“Tell me, love. Who am I?”
His hand shoved mine away, and he pressed against my asshole with his finger. “August,” I whispered, my back arching once more.
“Say my name again, Christine.”
“Fuck. August.”
“There is no one else in this room. Just you. Just me.”
“You’re torturing me,” I said as he moved to massage my clit once more. He reached over to kiss me, and I tasted myself on his tongue. The curved smile of his mouth against mine made me want to punch him.
I wanted to finish what we started.
“You’re so close I bet I could command you to come with my words. Want to try it?” he whispered.
“I want to feel you, August.”
