“I should gag you,” he said, pinching one of my nipples. “But I want that smart mouth of yours free to beg, plead, and scream my name.”
Straddling my legs, his hands snaked down my body, softly caressing my burning skin.
“You sure do think highly of yourself,” I replied.
“Just statin’ the facts, babe. In fact, know what I’m gonna do?” he asked, his touch pausing just above my pelvis. “I’m gonna make you as crazy as you make me.”
His fingers drifted lower, ghosting my sex, teasing me. I didn’t want to be teased. I wanted him wild and reckless, pounding into me until I exploded with mind-blowing, earth-shattering pleasure.
He quirked a smile. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You want me already?”
Yes! “No.”
“You sure? You look a little… needy.”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Good. Try not to come, would ya?”
Before I could respond, his lips were on my inner thighs. He kissed, nibbled, and licked, staying at least an inch away from the part of me that was craving him most. His lips left my skin, and—thinking he would finally go where I needed him—I relaxed. Hot breath warmed my core. Cool air sent goosebumps across my entire body.
What the hell was he doing to me?
I tried to look, but between my bound hands and his weight on my legs, I was trapped. More hot, then cool. The sensation drove me crazy. I wanted it to stop. I wanted more. I had no clue what the hell I wanted.
A traitorous moan escaped from my lips.
“What’s wrong?” Link asked, standing and putting way too much distance between us.
I watched as he stroked himself, pumping his hard length with a hand. My pussy physically ached, and Link had his hand wrapped around the very thing that could help me.
“You ready for something else?’ he asked.
Heedless of the ache between my legs, I raised my chin defiantly.
He laughed. “I should deny that greedy pussy and come all over your stomach.”
No! He wouldn’t waste that erection when my body needed it so desperately. Was he really not as affected by this as I was? “You don’t want to fuck me?” I asked, disgusted by the hint of need I hadn’t been able to disguise.
More laughter. “Oh, yes, I want to fuck you.” He straddled me once again, leaning forward so the head of his engorged cock was at my entrance. Gaze hungry and desperate, he looked like he was barely holding himself back. “Make no mistake, I want to fuck every inch of you, but I need more than that. I need to possess you. To own you.”
He was so close and both of us needed this. I bucked my hips upward, trying to take him in.
“Then fuck me,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
He knew damn well what I said. “Fuck me!” I shouted.
Shaking his head, he said, “You’re not in any position to make demands, sweet cheeks.”
I wasn’t interested in his fucking nicknames or positions. I wanted him to make me come.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “You want this?”
I bucked my hips up again, but he laughed and pulled away.
“Not yet, baby. You still think you have control.”
