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“I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy raw until you come on my cock.” His thumb returned to my backside, and he teased my entrance. “And then, I’ll fuck you harder, and when I come, I’m going to pull out and leave a trail of my cum from your pussy…” He pushed the tip of his thumb into me. “…to your ass.” His harsh laugh filled the air when I cried out. “Who knew you’d be so needy?”
“Fuck you.” I tilted my head to the side and nipped at the hand holding my long locks back.
He hissed out and tightened his grip on my hair.
“You are so goddamned difficult. You know that?”
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
The more we talked, the more time I had to convince myself that I shouldn’t do this.
And hell, I wanted to do this.
My taunt broke his little restraint. He spun me around until I faced him.
My eyes dipped down, taking in his erection. He’d unzipped his pants and lowered his black boxer briefs.
His piercing glared at me from the tip of his long, thick cock before each of his palms met my shoulders, and he guided me down.
I let him, taking my time to lower myself to my knees.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re going to thank me for massaging you.” He stroked himself, running his fist up and down his length.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
Placing his free hand on the back of my head, he guided himself to my lips and traced them with the head of his cock.
“You’re the reason I needed a massage in the first place.”
My tongue brushed his piercing as I spoke.
I arched a brow, nodded at the buckets of ice behind him, and taunted, “The ice is melting. Are we doing this or what?”
“Open.” He groaned out when I took him into my mouth and squeezed my arm as I reached down to play with myself. “Stop.”
“What?” I tried to ask around him as he thrust into my mouth.
His piercing hit the back of my throat.
My nails clawed a path down his pressed slacks as I struggled to keep up with his pace. He ran his fingers through my hair and yanked a little, tilting my head so our eyes met as he spoke.
“Right now, your pussy is mine, and you don’t touch what’s mine unless I tell you to.”
He arched a brow, daring me to argue with him.
Almost like he wanted me to fight him.
Truth was, our fights fueled our lust, drove us straight off a cliff, into this unknown territory that frightened me and clouded my rationality.
He pulled out and pushed back in, his movements rough and jerky, like he couldn’t wait to slide back into my mouth.
This attraction between us had grown into a boulder I couldn’t stop, and I knew I should have stopped this.
