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She pins her arms to her chest, that stubborn chin pointing to the ceiling. “I’m not lying.”
“So then you wouldn’t mind if I check?” I don’t need to check; I can smell her arousal from here. But she wants to play this game. She likes to play this game. She knows she’s wet, and she knows I’m going to find out.
She opens her legs nice and wide, letting me run my hands up and down the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer with each pass.
“If you’re lying and you’re wet…I’m going to tease you all night long and never let you come.”
Her eyes widen, dancing with fear and a whole lot of lust. “What? No! No, I don’t agree to that!”
“Well, it shouldn’t be a problem. You said you weren’t lying, right?”
She snaps her legs shut and scurries backwards. Turning over, she tries to pull herself over the edge of the armrest, but I wrap one arm around her, pinning her to my chest, burrowing my face in her neck.
“I’ll give you one last chance to tell the truth,” I whisper. “If you do, I’ll be kind and let you come. If you don’t…well, it’ll be a long, grueling night for you. It’s up to you, Claire. You choose how this goes.”
I slip my hand up her shirt to find she’s not wearing a bra, which I already suspected when she climbed me in the kitchen, and pinch one nipple. She gasps, arching into my palm. I love how responsive her body is to my touch. I make her just as wild as she makes me.
Dragging my hands over her curves, I pull her shirt up and over her head. With her back pressed to my chest, I let my fingers explore her sizzling skin, ghosting over her nipples, her quaking belly. I’m dying to sink my fingers inside her, but I need to hear her words first, so I let the tip of one broad finger circle gently around the edges of her pussy.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
She makes a garbled sound and squirms under my hands.
“It’s just a yes or no, Claire.”
She groans deeply, her fingers wrapping around my forearms as my hands scour her. Her forehead dips in defeat. “Yes.”
“Are you wet?”
She flips me a threatening glare and growls, “Why don’t you just check for yourself?”
Chuckling, I kiss the scowl right off her face and release her from my arms, climbing to my feet. Pulling my shirt over my head, I shove my hand down my boxers and gesture to the end of the couch. “Stand up and bend over.”
She scrambles to her feet but doesn’t bend. Part of me thinks it’s on purpose. She likes me bossing her around, taking control, a stark contrast from our day-to-day.
“Bend over,” I repeat, moving toward her.
She meets my gaze, dropping her hands to the armrest, barely bending, testing. “Make me,” she whispers like the wicked little devil she is.
It takes everything in me to hold back that grin that wants so desperately to shine. Moving behind her, I grip one hip and a fistful of her hair, pulling her against me. She teeters on her toes, hands reaching out for something to grab onto.
“What did you say?” I ground out in her ear. “Make you?” My tongue presses against her neck and licks up. A burst of air shakes past her parted lips.
I shove her straight down to the couch, ass in the air over the armrest, and let my hand come down hard on her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She gasp-moans while I admire my red handprint, one fingertip tracing the lines. Then I jerk my pants down my thighs, grasp my cock, and slam into her from behind with no warning.
Claire cries out, her fingers clawing at the leather, gouging it. I don’t give a shit. Something to remember, and hopefully, there will be a thousand more nights like this, opportunities to tear my leather couch apart.
Honestly, I was planning on gentle tonight, but now…now I pound into her with reckless abandon, my eyes darting back and forth between my hand in her hair, pushing her into the couch, and the spot where my dick fills her, moving in and out of her. With each thrust, Claire’s pleas get louder, each wheezing breath more strangled than the last.
My eyes roll up. She feels fucking amazing, so tight and warm, hugging me perfectly. I could keep my cock buried inside of her forever. Her ass is perfect, all full and plump, like a juicy peach I wanna sink my teeth into. My hand slides around her hip, curving over her ass until my thumb finds that tiny pink rosebud that’s peeking up at me. I press against it.
Claire tries to shoot up off the couch with a cry of pleasure, but I push her back down. Her ass wiggles against the pressure of my thumb and she stares up at me from where I’m pressing her cheek into the couch. She’s flushed a delicious shade of crimson while she pants, her tongue sweeping across her lips.
“Do you like when I touch you there, Claire?”
Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, I loosen my hold on her hair just enough for her to nod.
“Has anybody else touched you there?”
