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My breath hitches when he grazes my slit with two of his fingers, slowly sliding them up and down my wetness, really touching me for the first time. He spreads his fingers and parts my wet folds, his searing gaze glued to my exposed pussy. He inspects me, holding me open as he presses the tip of his middle finger down on my sensitive clit, sending jolts of pain andpleasure surging through my veins. He rubs his calloused finger around the peaked bundle of nerves, driving me wild.
“Elliot,” I whimper, rolling my hips harder against his hand.
He groans, flicking my erect clit with his finger.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he rasps, sliding his long fingers up and down my soaked slit. “So wet and needy for me. Sobbing for me to make her feel good.”
I never knew I had praise kink, but here we are. I could almost come from his words alone.
He lowers two fingers to my entrance, not entering me, but rubbing and teasing little circles on and around the slick hole. Every time the tip of his finger comes close to entering me, he pulls back, continuing to massage around my quivering hole. I grind my pussy into his hand, praying like hell that he’ll snap and fill me with his fingers.
“Please,” I beg, completely breathless.
His dark gaze meets my eyes while he continues playing with my sensitive flesh. The wet sounds of his fingers exploring my pussy is driving me wild.
“Please, what?” he taunts, breaching my entrance with the tips of his fingers but not going any further.
I whimper, tossing my head back against the mattress and arching my back, trying to push him in further.
“Stop teasing me,” I pant, writhing against the sheets.
“Isn't it ironic,” he chuckles, inching his fingers in further. “The cock tease doesn’t like to be teased. Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?”
My lips tilt up in an evil smile because I know exactly what to say to make him break. Once again, I hold a power over him that he doesn't yet understand.
I am his weakness.
“No,” I grin, bucking against his hand. “But you know whattaste I do like? A taste I haven't been able to forget? The salty taste of Zach’s–”
His nostrils flare as he cuts me off by slamming his fingers into my pussy, knocking the air from my lungs. I feel him deep inside my belly, all the way to my aching womb.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he says through gritted teeth, halting his fingers inside of me.
“Has he touched you?” he hisses, curling his fingers against my G-spot and holding them there. “Has he been inside this tight, little pussy? And don’t fucking lie to me.”
My hands grip the sheets as my breasts heave up and down with labored breaths. I shouldn't be this turned on by his possessiveness, but I am. He looks murderous at the thought of another man’s hands on me.
“Answer me, Roxanne,” he growls, bringing his free hand to my clit and giving it a firm pinch. My hips buck off the bed at the sensation. “Has he touched you? Have you touched him? I need to know.”
“W-Why?” I stammer, lost in the way his long fingers feel inside of me. “It’s none of your business.”
His nostrils flare as he flexes his jaw. He delivers another shocking pinch to my clit that has me seconds away from release.
“It is my business,” he grits out, giving me one pump of his skilled fingers. “Everything that concerns you is my business, Roxanne,” he adds thickly. “Now, has he touched you? I swear to God, I will not put you out of your misery. I will leave you here, wet and wanting if you don’t tell me in the next two seconds–”
Oh, God.I think I might die if he pulls away. I need this more than my next breath. My body won’t survive being left like this.
“No,” I blurt out, cutting him off mid-sentence. “He hasn't even kissed me,” I shake my head frantically.
“Good,” he replies possessively, rewarding me by moving his fingers inside my pussy. He slowly pumps them in and out, my core clenching around his digits with each thrust. He curls them on each upstroke, the pads of his fingers brushing perfectly against my G-spot. I’m moaning uncontrollably now, drowning out the wet sounds of my pussy sucking him in.
“Because if you had said yes, his blood would be on your hands,” he continues, his voice a low threat. “You need to tell him to stay the fuck away because if you thought I was crazy before, then I’m a fucking maniac now. Nobody touches you but me. Do you understand that?”
“Mmmm,” I moan, barely hanging on by a thread.
“Answer me, Roxanne,” he demands, fucking me harder with his fingers.
“Yes,” I cry out as my eyes roll back. “Only you.”
