I can feel his hard dick pressing on my stomach and his quick, unsteady breaths. I give in to the desire because there’s no point in denying and fighting the want and lust I feel.
“I know your pussy is wet and ready for me, aching for my cock,” he whispers harshly as his lips slide down my exposed neck.
I fight to keep my eyes open.
Sucking at the base of my throat, he licks and bites … marking me. And I let him.
Shivers run down my spine at his chilling words, making the butterflies in my tummy feel painful.
Placing a hand on my mouth to muffle my moans, he moves my other hand above my head and threads our fingers as he whispers against my skin, “Let me hear those cries that are just for me.”
I shouldn’t feel so turned on by his words, but I do. I want him so badly that I’m throbbing, practically shaking as he devours every part of me he can reach with his mouth.
I think something sparked inside of me when I was giving him a lap dance earlier. I felt this newfound confidence throughout my entire body, making me almost hunch over from its sharp demand.
The need to feel beautiful for once. While also not letting anyone control my life anymore.
I should be able to have sex with whomever I want.
And that’s what I’m about to do.
“Fuck me.” It comes out of my mouth softly and harshly before I can think twice as he sucks away at my neck.
Fisting his hair in my hands, I wrap my long legs around his waist and squeeze.
He stills, his breath sending goose bumps all along my skin. “What did you say?” he demands in a low voice.
“You heard me,” I say, moving my hips to feel some sort of friction against my core, grinding on his dick.
He groans in response.
I let out a yelp when a sharp slap comes down on my ass.
“Did I stutter? I said, what did you say?”
I hesitate, growing frustrated. The nerve this man has. “I said, fuck me.”
Eyes full of fire burn into me. “You have no idea what you just asked me.”
I know I’m going to regret this later, but I’m exhausted from not feeling needed … wanted.
My mouth parts as I suck in a sharp breath when his hand suddenly goes between my pants, rubbing me over my thong. A moan slips free from my mouth when he rubs me just right, spreading my juices.
“My bad girl hasn’t gotten her punishment yet from her little dance,” he growls, his hard-on digging into my stomach as I grind against his hand.
Feeling carefree, I moan, giving in to his skillful fingers.
“Don’t think I forgot about that. I meant it when I said I’m going to punish you for that.”
I groan at his threat, rolling my head back to hit the wall when he applies more pressure as he bites my collar.
As if this was too good to be true, his touch is gone, and I’m left empty and cold.
“I want to take you on a bed for the first time, so I’m going to leave you wet and aching as your punishment for teasing me in front of millions of people.”
My mouth falls agape as my feet drop to the floor, and I steady myself on his chest with a hand.
He whispers, his lips brushing my ear, “Consider this your punishment—you have to wait for my dick while feeling the pulsing need for me with every second that passes. I hope your brothers are deep sleepers because, tonight, you’re going to lose your fucking voice.”
