“You know I don’t give a fuck about you hanging out with your sisters. I don’t care about the picture either, but you will respect my position in your life. Never give another man the opportunity to think he can have what belongs to me! IfIthink it’s okay, I’ll give you a referral.”
We’re both on our knees on the bed but my range of motion isn’t as limited as hers because one of her arms is trapped between us.
“Let go of me.” Her command is cute.
I lean into her face, resting my forehead on hers.
“Make me.”
She struggles in my arms, trying to break free as I chuckle. I’m all about limits and control. If she were truly scared, I’d release her but her green eyes spark with challenge. Frustrated, she bites my chest and I groan. My already hardening dick is fuck ready from the feel of the pain shooting through my body.
Karessa’s expressive face shows concern that she’s hurt me but I push her down until I’m hovering over her then I trap her hands above her head. Tucking my fingers under her chin, I make her look at me while my thumb caresses her bottom lip.
“I’ve been going too easy on you. It’s time for you to meet the other me. He’s excited to be here.”
Karessa’s eyes grow and I watch her wonder if she’s married to a lunatic yet there’s a sliver of aroused fascination of what I’ll do next. Shifting my weight, I slide my leg between hers until her pussy is on my thigh.
“Commando, huh?” I trail kisses along her jaw. She whimpers when I pinch her nipple. “Fuck, your pussy is so wet, it’s almost gushing.” I bite her nipple through the thin top. She shudders but rubs herself on my thigh. “Do you want me to finish what I started?”
She doesn’t respond at first but I hyper focus on her with a look that reminds her not to fuck with me. Grudgingly, she nods. I grin like a smug bastard.
“This lesson has a pop quiz. Who am I?”
“My-my husband.”
“Fucking act like it. Disrespect me, I’ll disrespect you.” I slip my hand between us, her eyes flutter when my fingers touch her hard clit. I rub her slow and hard but I don’t allow her to help. “Who am I?” I ask again.
“My husband,” she whispers.
“Say that shit with conviction.”
“My husband,” she cries out and I remove my fingers.
“Don’t move,” I let her hands go and move to my knees between her legs. We watch each other as I suck her juices off my fingers. I pull out my dick and she stares at it so hard; I swear I can feel it. It’s so hot I almost cum. Karessa bites her lip when I tap it on her clit.
“One thing you’re going to learn is I’m a kinky mutherfucker. You’ll need to figure out your boundaries…”
“Just don’t pee on me,” she whispers.
I chuckle because that has never crossed my mind. “If you’d behaved, I would have eaten you out just to see how many times it takes for you to cum until you’re gushing all over me.” I rub my tip up and down her wet slit as I speak. “Then, I would have fucked you deep, worshipped your body, and shown you a few things.”
Karessa tries to wiggle when I barely push in the head of my dick and tease her by making tiny circles. Fuck, it’s so damn tempting to slide home and get my nut, but consequences. She coos but scrunches her face with irritation when I retreat.
“Stop playing with me,” she complains like she has a say in this.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing. Don’t fucking play with me, Karessa.” I feed her my dick halfway to get it wet then take it back. “What’s my name, sweet baby?”
“Jagger,” she mumbles then I shake my head.
“You know how I want you to tell me.” I give her another half stroke.
“Jagger,” she speaks with more conviction.
“Jagger what?” I prompt while continuing to torture her.
The frustration on her face is so exquisite, I consider giving her what she wants, but she needs to learn. “Jagger Hanlon.”
I use her wetness to lubricate my dick then withdraw completely. Moaning, I begin to stroke my dick while she stares at it like she wants a taste.
