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“For me, maybe not so much for you.” I rub the head over her clit, circling twice before I drag it through her slit and nudge her entrance. But I don’t push in.
She can’t lift her hips. She is vulnerable and gorgeous, and for a moment I consider how fucked I’ll be after this. I’ll know exactly how good it feels to be inside her. I’ll have that memory forever. It’s exciting because it’s new and forbidden and I shouldn’t have her. Once it’s over, that burning need will be sated, and I’ll walk away. I get bored easily, anyway. These are all things meant to convince me once will be enough.
I circle her clit again, repeating the circuit once, twice, a third time.
“For fuck’s sake, what are you waiting for?” Her exasperation is amusing.
“You.”
“Me what?”
I smirk. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“Oh my God. Are you serious right now?” Her expression is disbelieving.
“Deathly.” I slide low and push in an inch.
Her eyes flutter shut, and she tries unsuccessfully to shift her hips.
I pull out again. It’s not easy. But it’ll be so much sweeter when she’s the one who folds. I can’t be the only one out of control.
“Beg for it, Bea.” I bite her calf.
“Fuck you.”
“I think you mean fuck me. Unless you’ve changed your mind.” I back off, too close to giving in.
She bites her lips together, clearly fighting with herself. It’s understandable. I’m an asshole and probably pushing her way outside her comfort zone. She’ll hate herself for this after. Which is exactly what I need. For her to never want me again. To loathe me. To regret giving in so I don’t have to worry about this happening again.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” I tap her clit with the head of my erection. “Are you in or are you out? Make up your mind, Bea.”
She huffs. “Fuck me.”
I roll my eyes. “Try again.”
She glares at me. “Fuck me, please.”
I give her an inch. “You can do better than that.”
She wriggles but gets nowhere. “Fuck. Fine.” She threads her fingers through my hair. It’s disarmingly tender, and I like it more than I want to admit.
Her eyes soften and so does her voice, “I need you to fill me, Tristan. I’m on the edge. Please, just fuck me.”
“That’s my sweet girl.” I push all the way in, stretching her, groaning at the feel of her tight, wet heat surrounding me. “Just remember that you begged for it.” I adjust her legs so her heels rest on my back. This is as close to missionary as I’m willing to get. “You might want to hold on.”
I shift my hips back, pulling out to the ridge and slamming back in.
“Oh, God.” Bea grabs my wrists.
The next time she’s ready for the hard thrust and doesn’t move up the bed. I increase my pace, fucking her into the mattress, wringing moans and cries from her lips. Her body convulses with the first orgasm, her pussy squeezing me like a fist.
I don’t give her time to recover. I fold back and rise to my knees, transferring her ankles to one shoulder. Clamping an arm around her shins, I lift and lower her, rocking her on my cock. I slip a thumb between her folds to rub her clit.
She moans and cries out, head whipping back and forth. “It’s too much. Oh, God. Oh my fuuuuu—” She fists the sheets as another orgasm rolls through her. Her legs slide down my arm. I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, straddle her thighs, push back in from behind, and start pounding away again.
“Please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
I smack her ass and she yelps, then moans, her pussy clenching again. Every thrust makes wet shucking sounds, and her inner thighs are coated with her juices.
I stretch out over her, my chest against her back, and grab her ponytail with one hand, wrapping the other around her throat. I bite the edge of her jaw. “Listen to how wet your pussy is for me. You pretend to be so sweet, but you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? And I’m going to make you filthy.”
I ease my hand under her cheek and push in deep. Then I stop moving altogether. I slide three fingers into her mouth. I don’t even have to say anything; she starts sucking and rolls her hips. Like she can’t get enough. Like this is exactly what she wants.
Yeah. I’m definitely fucked.
I kiss her cheek and whisper, “I’m just getting started, little Bea.”
That gets another low moan.
“Hands,” I demand as I fold back on my knees. “Give me yours.”
They’re currently fisting the sheets beside her head. When she doesn’t automatically comply, I grab her wrists and move her hands to her ass. “Spread for me.”
She hesitates. Her trepidation is obvious in her thick swallow.
