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“Screw you!” she protests, but she doesn’t resist as I tear her clingy sweatpants down her legs and spread her thighs open with my knees. Her panties are barely a challenge as I rip them away. I plunge two fingers into her depths and her back bows off the bed as she cries out.
“Yes,” I hiss, curling my fingers inside her. She shudders, helpless to resist as I drive her closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dig into my shoulders when I fasten my lips around one nipple, teasing the sensitive bud through the soft fabric of her shirt. My thumb works her clit as I keep thrusting my fingers into her heat.
“Oh…fuck…” she grits out, a hand tangling into my hair. “Fuck….I’m going to—” She stops short as I pull my fingers out of her. Dazed dark eyes stare up at me blankly for a moment, and then turn furious as I smirk at her.
“You bastard!” she chokes. I shake my head.
“Bastard?” I ask as I begin to slowly taunt her again. “Is that what you think?” Her thigh muscles shudder as her hips bob up to seek my fingers again. “Your pussy’s so needy,” I say as I slide up her body and graze my mouth over hers.
“Fuck you!” she groans, her teeth catching my bottom lip. There’s enough pressure there to draw blood, but her mouth snaps open as I slide a third finger in and splay her slit wide. “Shit!” Her breath is hot on my face.
“Get used to being spread open for me,Zayka,” I tell her. “The next thing inside you won’t be my fingers.” Lust is making my voice hoarse, but I won’t succumb to the temptation to take her just yet. I promised her consequences, and it’s time she feels the weight of those words.
I keep up a swirling rhythm on her clit, keeping time with the deep thrusts of my fingers as I keep her pinned down with my forearm across her chest. She’s squeezed her eyes shut, but I keep my gaze locked on her face, watching the play of pleasure across it. Plump lips pout and then quiver as she sucks in air, gasping for breath. Small white teeth nip at her soft bottom lip and a pink flush colors her cheeks.
She’s getting close again.
So I stop.
“Oh, God. You asshole,” she whimpers, but there’s less fight in her now. Her body strains toward me when I press my thumb against her clit again. “Please…” she whispers.
“Please what?” I ask. I haven’t spread her open again, but when I glance down, I can see she’s still wide for me. “Such a hungry little cunt,Zayka,” I taunt. “Do you want me to fill it?”
“God…yes!” she pleads.
“And then will you behave?” I growl. I trace a fingertip along the dripping seam of her pussy.
“Yes, damn you! I’ll stay out of your room,” she groans.
“That’s not what I said.” I dip a fingertip deeper, stopping at my first knuckle. She pushes her hips up and I draw back. I’m still tracing circles on her clit, though. She mewls as I pick up the pace. “Will you behave?” I repeat. “Will you do as you’re told?”
“Yes. Yes, I’ll fucking behave!” Her chest is heaving and I use my free hand to yank her shirt up, exposing her ripe tits. The lace of her bra doesn’t disguise pink puckered nipples and I dip my head down and nip one between my teeth.
“God! Oh….fuck!” she gasps. “I swear…I swear I’ll behave! God…please!”
I lift my head, staring into her flushed face. “Good girl,” I chuckle a moment before I push my fingers back into her and hook them into a spot that has her back arching off the bed.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “Oh…oh…fuck!” Her hand closes into my hair, pulling almost painfully hard as she bucks her hips up.
I watch as pleasure contorts her face into a picture of ecstasy. She’s fucking beautiful when she comes, and I revel in drawing it out of her.
Moments later, she’s still panting and shuddering against me. I don’t give her a chance to recover, withdrawing my fingers only to free myself from my pants and thrust into her with one sharp stroke.
“Anton!” She clenches around me, still trembling from her release.
“Look at me,” I command, tangling a hand in her hair. I need to see the truth in her eyes, even if she can’t bring herself to say the words.
Wild eyes meet mine, and in them I see surrender. I see need. She wants this. She wants me.
I rock into her, hard and deep, chasing the tension coiling in my gut. Her nails bite into my shoulders, her teeth finding the cord of muscle in my neck to muffle the cries I wring from her with every thrust.
It’s madness, this hunger I have for her. A sickness that’s infected my blood and bones.
When I spill into her, it’s with a hoarse shout and light bursting behind my eyes. I stay there, braced above her, waiting for the dizzying pleasure to ebb.
She turns her face into my throat, her breath warm against my skin. I feel the tremor that runs through her, the one she tries to hide.
I shift to the side, dragging her with me so we lie facing one another. She watches me warily through half-lidded eyes, like a wild thing expecting attack.
