Chapter Thirty-Eight
I fucked her .
With my hand. With my mouth.
I drove my fingers into her sweet cunt until I could feel the pull.
Then I disengaged her hands from my neck, turned her to face me and dropped to my knees in front of her. Latching on to her wet pussy, I grabbed her waist and lowered her to the bench at the foot of the bed.
Groaning, she leaned back.
Her shoulders on the bed, her ass on the bench, her pussy dripping, I lifted her feet to the padded surface and spread her knees.
I thrust my tongue into her cunt.
“ Oh fuck .” She gripped two handfuls of my hair.
Rimming her, tasting her, soaking up all her desire that belonged to only me, I swirled my tongue over her clit once more, then stood. “Stay. Just like that.”
Forced to let go of my hair, she brought her hands over her face and cried out, “No, no, no, don’t stop.”
My heart fucking pounding, my dick so hard it hurt, I stared down at her arched back and the dripping wet cunt between her spread legs. Shoving my board shorts down and stepping out of them, I issued another command. “Look at me.”
Her chest heaving, her hands slid up to her hair.
I stroked myself. “Two rules.”
Her eyes dropped south, and she bit her lip. “I don’t do rules.” Breathless and soft, her protest had no force.
She was going to do exactly what I said if she wanted to come. “You don’t take your eyes off me.” I leaned over her and grasped her chin. Bringing my mouth an inch from hers, I gave her the second rule as I drove a single digit inside her. “And you don’t come until I tell you to.”
She inhaled sharply, and her teeth released her plump bottom lip as she groaned in pleasure.
I took her mouth. Hard, deep, I let her taste herself from my tongue.
Moaning into my kiss, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
Fuck, she was sexy.
But she wasn’t going to come on my hand like last night.
Pulling back, I held her thighs wide and dropped one knee on the bench. Dragging the head of my cock through her slickness, I pressed against her clit.
Moaning at the pressure, she opened her legs wider. “Please,” she begged. “Inside me.”
My cock pulsed, and I fought for control not to shove into her. Still rubbing over her clit, I took her wrist and placed her palm on her hard-as-fuck nipple. “Feel that?”
“Yes,” she panted, her other hand going to her other breast.
I rubbed her clit harder. “When I shove into you, you’re going to pinch your nipples.” I leaned down. “Hard.” I took one of her stiff peaks into my mouth and bit.
“Ah!” she gasped in surprise.
I sucked the sting, and her cry turned into a moan. Releasing her from my mouth, I sat up and grasped the insides of her thighs. The head of my cock at her entrance, I took her gaze and held it.
For two beats of my heart, she stared at me.
Then my name, soft, needy and submissive, fell from her lips. “Preston.”
My cock pulsed. “Mercy.” I wasn’t saying her name. I was begging for deliverance.
I shoved into her.
Her mouth opened, her eyes went wide, and her hands flew to my wrists. Her body jerked, and her nails sank into my flesh.
Tight, hot, mind-altering, I momentarily lost myself, and my head fucking spun.
Jesus fuck .
Pulling out an inch, I slammed back in, and her cunt constricted around me.
“Oh my God.” She dug into my wrists. “Wait. Stop .”
Fuck.
FUCK.
Pulsing, needing to come, needing to move, needing more of her tight fucking cunt, I forced myself to still.
“Stop?” I asked, keeping my voice even.
Her chest heaving, her body starting to tremble, wetness surged around my cock, and she shook her head. “No, I mean, oh my God .”
Leaning over her, I almost smiled as I circled her clit. “No, stop? Or no, don’t stop?”
“No, no, no, don’t stop,” she ground out as her pussy pulsed and her legs jerked. “Fuck,” she panted, about to come. “But don’t make me—”
“Wait.” I pressed my thumb hard.
“AHHHH!”
I tightened the circle and issued a warning. “ Wait .”
Her body shook. Sweat dampened the hair at her temples. “No.”
“Yes.” I was going to own her orgasm. “Not yet.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she started to come.
I instantly pulled out.
Shock morphed her features, and an animalistic cry ripped from her lungs.
I’d told her the rules. “I said wait.”
She slapped me.
For less than a fraction of a second, I froze.
Emotions flew across her face. Anger, shock, fear, anger again.
Her arm pulled back.
I grabbed her wrists and shoved them down on either side of her head. Then I calculated. At warp speed. Reason, intent, consequence, action. “You want to hit me?” I asked with a deceptive calm.
“Screw you,” she spat.
Still analyzing, I stalled. “I asked you a question.”
She bucked under me. “Let me up.”
No fucking way. “Start talking.”
“Fuck you!”
“Now,” I ordered.
“Goddamn it, Preston Vos!” Her eyes welled, then she thrashed. Everywhere. Her head, her legs, her body. “I told you to fuck me!” she cried. “You told me to wait. You made me wait. You’re making me wait. You’re always making me wait. ”
I shoved into her.
Her mouth opened, but this time sound came out. Rage, pain, anger, she roared.
Calculating the risk, I let go of her wrists. My dick inside her, I leaned up and put my hands on my thighs. But then I held perfectly still.
“You were supposed to fuck me,” she yelled.
“I know.” I got it.
Words bled out of her mouth. “He should’ve been yours. You should’ve fucked me. You told me to wait like I wasn’t important enough for the now. You didn’t want me, but I wanted you!” Tears dripping down her face, she hit my chest. “ I wanted you. ”
“I wanted you too.”
“Goddamn it.” She cried harder. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry, okay?” She hit me again with both fists, then covered her eyes and sobbed. “But don’t make me wait. Don’t do that to me . Don’t make me wait .”
I took her face in my hands. “I’m inside you. I’m not making you wait.”
Her breath hitched. “Yes, you were,” she protested.
I tried to make it as simple as possible. “Do you want me?”
“ Preston. ”
“Do you?”
Her eyebrows pulling together, looking sad as fuck, she nodded. “Yes.”
“Then in the bedroom, I’m in charge.”
“But—”
“I wasn’t making you wait to punish you. I was delaying your orgasm to heighten the sensation and control your release.” I studied her face before I said what I needed to say next. “I need that. This is who I am.”
Two tears slid down her face, and for a moment, I thought I’d lost her.
Then, she acquiesced. “Okay.”
I didn’t swipe her tears away, and I didn’t comfort her. I held my fucking breath. “Okay?”
“Fuck.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face against me. “Yes. Fine. Yes .”
I closed my eyes and breathed in the depth of her emotion.
For six seconds.
Then I pulled out and eased back into her. Kissing her forehead, I made her a promise. “This time, we’re going to come together.”