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He grabs his bulge in one big hand and growls. “Mm, yeah. Like that.”
I laugh and push him back, forcing him to sit back on his bed. Taking his face in my hand, I force him to look up, digging my nails into his cheek and jaw. “You like it when hot rich girls are mean to you?”
“Only when you do it.”
Climbing onto his lap, I push his face harshly away, forcing him to lie back. Balancing myself over him, I rub myself lightly against the hard bulge of his erection.
“What if I get myself off like this but forbid you to come?”
He grabs me by my waist and rolls me under him so fast I let out a yelp of surprise. For such a bulky guy, he can be frighteningly swift and agile. He pins me under him, spreading my legs with his hips, grinding his hard cock against me.
“You’re not going to forbid me to come,” he says, looking down at me with a wild, triumphant grin.
“Why not?” I pant.
He roughly yanks my bustier down, revealing my nipples. They harden instantly under his gaze, and he grabs one, pinching and tugging on it until he draws a whimper of pain from me.
“Because you’re a pretty little princess who wants to be fucked like a dirty slut,” he says huskily. “Because you want me to fuck you with my big cock and make you squirm and scream. And because—” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “—you like it when I come inside you, and you like leaving my place still dripping with my come.”
My face burns. I try to reply in my usual mocking tone, but my voice comes out breathless and broken. “You’re flattering yourself.”
Slipping one hand between us, he slides two fingers between my legs. Satisfaction flashes on his face like lightning.
“Girls with such wet pussies shouldn’t be such dirty liars.”
“Guys with no money in their bank accounts shouldn’t be so cocky,” I retort in a rasp.
Freeing his cock, he rubs it against me, coating it in my juices. “If your fancy school had educated you well, you’d know mean little princesses get punished by the nice big peasants they mistreat.”
“You couldn’t punish me if you tried.”
My breath hitches as he pushes against me. He pauses for a moment, looking down at me with a dangerous grin. “I’m still going to make you scream, though.”
He impales me with a single, harsh thrust. It’s a brutal invasion, the thickness of him filling me up completely. I bite down on a scream, staring up at him proudly. He doesn’t move for a second, letting me adjust. He leans down to kiss my mouth, deep and slow.
“So fucking proud,” he murmurs against my lips. “How long do you think you can keep quiet, my prideful princess?”
“Longer than you’ll last, dirty peasant.”
He pulls out in a hot glide and thrusts back inside, slamming his hips into mine. I close my mouth, but a tiny whimper slips out. He smirks.
“Oh, we'll see,” he says roughly.
I smirk back. “Give me your worst.”
He does.
Thenightbeforethegala, I’m unable to go to his place, so we arrange to meet in the staff car park after he finishes work. Carrying his altered suit in one of my garment bags, I wait near his car. He emerges from the trees looking like the first time I met him: in a T-shirt despite the cold, work trousers and boots, dirt smeared on his thick forearms.
He grins when he spots me, and the way his face immediately brightens up at the sight of me sends a flutter like butterfly wings through my stomach.
“Hi, princess.”
I laugh. “Stop calling me that.”
He points at my hair, which is in braids pinned around my head. “Then don’t wear your hair in a crown.”
“You’re such an idiot. Here.”
