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Truth be told? It doesn't do it for me. Not really. It's nice. He has such a lovely cock. But I much prefer being screwed than doing the fucking, apparently.
And he knows it.
Dick.
"Feel free to let me know when you want me to take over, queenling."
I huff in frustration, unhooking my legs. Then I just move away from him, and sit up on the side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Ryther sounds far less amused with me now.
"Getting up, obviously." I'm not begging him. But I know another way to get what I want. "Have you seen my clothes?"
I know they're likely on the bathroom floor, where we left them last night.
I get to my feet and start walking away. It only takes three steps before he's behind me, clasping my waist to bring me back down onto his lap."Oh, I don't think so. If you're proud enough to deny yourself an orgasm, that's all well and good for you, but I'll have mine."
He sits me on his cock, and we both know I've won this round when he fucks me from underneath, hard.
Except...I haven't. Because he's faster than before, and though my body's prime and ready and loving every second of this, Ryther's cock tightens inside me, spilling warmth just as I start to feel close to the edge.
He chuckles, slapping my ass for good measure. "Should have said please," the dick has the gall to chant.
"Fuck you!" I growl, trying to get to my feet, but his iron grip's still firmly holding me in place.
"If you say sorry, and please, I'll let you come, despite being such a brat," he says, taunting fingers sliding along the curve of my leg.
I snort. "I don't think so. I can take care of this myself."
To illustrate that claim, I bring my own finger, and start to play with my clit, right there on his lap, with his cock still inside me. With a smirk, I start to grind my hips into it while rubbing my slit. "Mmmm. Just like this."
Ryther makes an animalistic sound, and his hands move to my tits, as he brings his mouth to my neck, nuzzling it, running his tongue over my skin, then lapping my ear.
I moan as the tiny little lick brings an unexpected shudder through my entire body. My ears were always on the sensitive side, but not like this. It's as intense as if he were licking my damn clit.
"Like that, huh?" he checks, the edge of his teeth grazing the pointed tips of my ear.
I feel my pussy tighten around his cock, which is hard as ever. I grind my hips faster, harder, wishing he'd just take control again. The way he's groping my ears, touching my tits, pinching my nipples is driving me fucking insane, but it's not what I truly crave.
"Quick question. Do you actually believe I'm going to let you come without that apology, or plea?"
I groan in defeat. "Sorry," I reluctantly force out.
"That's more like it." As a reward, he thrusts up into me, directly hitting my G-spot again.
Fuck, yes.
"Sorry for what, queenling, huh?" he asks, lowering his torso to the bed, before thrusting up into me hard enough to shatter my teeth.
I'm going to castrate that asshole.
"That sounds counterproductive, and directly against your interest. Don't make me stop again."
And he would. He absolutely fucking would.
"I'm sorry you're an arrogant, insufferable git who needs a fucking please to make me come!" I snap.
Ryther laughs out loud, flipping me onto the bed, to my hands and knees this time. "Good little brat. You get half a point for honesty and another half for obedience."
