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"Don't stop," she pleads, lifting her hips off the bed and trying to fuck me from below. I press my hips forward, bottoming out inside of her, and pin her to the bed beneath my weight.
"You've been a bad girl, Firefly," I murmur, reaching an arm up to smooth her sweat-slicked hair away from her forehead. I thrust in and out slowly, starting a lazy rhythm. "You don't get to come on my cock, not yet."
She rakes her fingernails down my back, and I continue my slow torturous thrusts, sinking in inch by inch and then pulling back even slower. Everything hurts, my balls, my ass, my hips, and my abdominals. I need to come so badly that every bit of me aches, but I don't. I dig down deep and find the last crumbs of my self-control.
I fuck her for what feels like hours, and it's beautiful torture.
The sound of us, sweaty and panting in the basement as we rut like animals, ingrains into the gray matter of my brain. Even when I'm old, I don't want to forget the sound of our skin slapping and sliding as she pleads for me to let her come.
"Oh please, Gabe. Please, oh, please . . ." she begs.
She cries and hits me. Still, though, I don't give her what she wants.
I pound into her hard and fast and then hit the brakes, sinking between her legs slowly.
She wraps her legs around me, squeezing with her thighs and kicking at me with her ankles, but I don't give in. The bed creaks as I slide for home and bottom out inside of her. Sweat covers both of us, and she shakes beneath me.
I continue my torment. The air tastes like sweat and smells like sex as I edge the both of us. Her pussy grips me like wet lace, and fuck, I need to come.
"Please, Gabe," she says, her voice hoarse. "Please . . .I need to come."
"Who's pussy is this?" I tell her, sinking home once more.
"Yours," she says.
"Goddamn right," I growl.
I give her false hope and adjust. I pull out and climb to my knees before I swing her legs over my shoulders, one over each one, and start to really fuck her. The whole bed shakes now, the metal joints screeching and squealing, as I jackhammer inside of her.
"F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-u-u-u-u-u-c-c-c-c-k-k-k-k," she says, her curse cutting into vowels and consonants with every impale.
Her entire body shakes with the ferocity of our fucking. Hell, I think the world shakes as her ass bounces against my balls. I hold her in place with one hand still atop her legs as I snake my other hand around her thigh and to her clit. I don't slow down. I just start flicking it in a furious rhythm to our fucking.
A savage satisfaction comes over me when I feel the moment she starts to quake. This is the thirteenth time now that I've almost given in, and each time, it gets even harder to stop. My thighs are shaking, and my dick feels like it's about to explode, but she's been bad and bad girls don't get to come until I tell them to.
"Yes, yes, y—!" she cries.
I stop abruptly, pulling out and letting her ass fall to the bed. She bounces on impact and looks up from the mattress at me, confused and then pissed.
"What the hell?!" she hisses, but I don't give her the time to continue her tirade. I grab her at the hips and flip her over, putting her on all fours before I slam into her again. She shrieks on the impale, and I know I'm even bigger at this angle, but I don't care. I want her to feel sore and used and know that I was the one that brought her there. I pound into her from behind a few times before I pull her top half off of the bed and against me as I rock back onto my heels. Her head falls to my shoulder, her cheek pressed against my jawline as her hair—her ponytail long gone—skims my back. I continue that slow pace inside of her again.
"Look with me," I murmur against her jawline, breathing in the chocolate that still lingers on her breath. "Look at you, baby girl, and see how beautiful you are."
I fuck her slowly, thrusting in and out lazily, as we both look up at the mirrors suspended from the ceiling. Her eyes are glossy as she stares along with me, enchanted and watching as I take her from behind, massive compared to her small, pale frame. One of her hands reaches behind her and runs up and across my shoulder and around my neck, tickling my hair there. She's beautiful to behold, and I am lost, transfixed by the way her mouth falls open as she looks upward and her breasts thrust to the ceiling. She's a firefly beneath the mirrors, creating sparks of magic as we move together.
"Oh my God," she breathes as I continue to thrust into her.
I bring a hand around to her front to play with her clit.
"You're gorgeous, baby girl," I tell her, as I continue that lazy pace again. My fingers find her swollen nub, and I begin to rub, lightly at first and then harder, until she trembles against me.
"We're gorgeous," she breathes.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" I ask her, my words pressed against her cheek as we fuck. "Will you eat for me?"
"Y . . . yes," she murmurs, and I'm not sure if she hears me or if she's lost in the sensations. I reach across the bed and grab another chocolate bar. I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and shove it inside her mouth. She chews without hesitation, and I pick up speed.
"That's right, baby girl," I tell her, forcing her head back to look at me. "Be a good girl for me. You can't take heaven from me, Firefly, not now after I've had a taste."
