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“No,” I whisper, pretending I’m stronger than I am. But knowing it’s bullshit because all I want is to attack his body and feel him right now.
“No?” He tilts his head. “So, what you’re telling me is that you don’t want me to drive my cock between your legs? Or that you haven’t imagined me spreading that chocolate all over you right before I lick it off?”
Trying not to squirm, I shiver. “N-no. Not at all.”
I know this isn’t healthy. And it’s not what either of us needs right now. Hell, when I met this guy, I was celibate and trying to get my life in order. And now, look at me. Eager to fuck him six ways from Sunday every time he’s near. All I want to do is please him. And that’s not normal.
“So, if I lifted you onto my face right now and I ate you like you were my last meal, you wouldn’t get wet for me?” he taunts me, knowing I’m going weak at the knees. “Or if I unbuttoned my pants right now and took my cock out, you wouldn’t drop to your knees and beg to suck my dick?”
When I swallow, clenching my thighs together, his hand slides to my waist.
“I bet you want to take your frustration out on my dick. But I’m not going to assume anything or make you feel obligated. You know what this is and what it’s not, Bria. It’s no fairy tale. And I’m sorry if that disappoints you. But you know I take care of you when we fuck.” He shrugs. “The ball’s in your court now.”
I want to stay strong. I want to tell him to go to hell and leave my house. But the hunger of wanting his hands on me is greater. And even if it is only while he’s in my bed…I’ll feel like he cares.
Swallowing, I reach down, pulling the last item of clothing I had on off of me—my panties—and toss them onto the floor.
Matching his energy, I raise an eyebrow. “Well, what are you waiting for? I don’t have all night.”
Smirking, he unbuttons his pants. “You were a bad girl tonight, mouthing off and leaving the way that you did. What are you going to do to make it right?”
Standing tall, I push my chest higher. “You were adicktonight, asshole. Making me feel bad and minimizing my feelings. So, the question is, what areyougoing to do to make it right?”
As he slides his jeans and briefs over his hips, letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them, his dick swells.
“Such a mouthy girl,” he mutters. “But, fine, I’ll play your game. I’m starving anyway.”
Lifting me up, he flops back onto the bed and moves my hips so that I straddle his face. “Grab the headboard, baby. Fuck my tongue.”
When I glare down at him, I position myself right over his mouth, and he wastes no time in lunging his tongue inside of me. When he catches me watching, he grins.
“Mmm,” he moans. “So sweet for me. Now, ride.”
Gripping the wooden headboard, I move back and forth, feeling him slip a finger inside of me.
Sucking gently, he widens his tongue, making my grip on the wooden frame stronger as I tighten my legs around his neck.
“Ahh,” I whimper.
Pulling his head back, he slips another finger inside, pumping his hand. “Forgive me yet?”
“No,” I rasp. “Not even close.”
“Good, because I’m still pissed at you too. But after this, when I fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow, I might just forgive you. Maybe.” He grins, lifting me off of his face and forcing me onto my stomach. “Oh, and I’m going to do it without you making a sound.”
Getting behind me, he palms my asscheeks. “So thick and so fucking perfect.”
When he gives my ass a slap, I whimper. And when he does it again right before putting his hand over my mouth, I suck in a breath against his palm, somehow even more turned on.
Slowly, he pushes himself inside of me, little by little, while keeping most of his weight off of my body. This angle, lying down and being taken from behind…it’s so hot. I feel his hand on my ass while the other moves from my mouth to my neck, grasping it with just enough pressure. I bite down on my bed on instinct.
“Look at you, shutting your mouth and taking my dick like the good girl I know you are.” He fucks me harder, picking up the pace. “Goddamn, I could never get tired of this.”
I know he’s just living in the moment. But his words still hold so much weight. For me at least. Because if he couldn’t get tired of this, does that mean I get to keep him longer?
One second, I’m desperate for more, greedy to take anything he’ll give me. And the next, my whole body is tingling, and I’m coming so hard that I feel like I might black out. Still, I don’t cry out. But he feels this because, within seconds, he’s right with me, quivering over my body as he pours himself inside of my being, his hold on my neck still strong.
Soon, both of us collapse, sucking in air, trying to catch our breath.
