“What’s wrong, ana mea?” he asks in a dark drawl, finally dropping his hand from my mouth to place them both around my waist. His hands are so large, his fingertips nearly touch.
“I…” I swallow. “I don’t remember it being that… big.”
He chuckles against my throat, murmuring, “Don’t worry, you’ll be so wet by the time I fuck you, you’ll enjoy the burn.”
He suddenly pushes me forwards, rocking me against his hard cock—
Holyyyy fuck.
He does it again, his hold on my waist letting him take control, using me. Another slow, hard rock up against him and I moan.
“That’s it, don’t act like you weren’t asking for this.”
The mouth this man has on him… but fuck, if it doesn’t make me want to grind against him, or try.
Because when I do try to push forwards, to increase the speed, the friction—he holds me still.
He controls every movement, all at his tediously slow pace.
Soon, I’m whimpering from the relentless tease.
“You want more?” he whispers against my flush cheek. “Gonna behave for me? Ready to be good for me?”
I nod instantly, desperately.
One hand lets go off my waist, and I watch transfixed as he lowers his fingers until the very tips brush over the centre of my drenched underwear.
A soft moan falls from my lips when he trails them along my slit, up and down, the fabric so wet it clings—everything so swollen and sensitive.
When he peels the fabric to the side, allowing me one small rock against his hot cock with my bare pussy, a breathy whimper is all I manage.
He stills. “Thank me for it.”
Is he… is he fucking serious?
I’m panting, staring down at his cock right against my pussy, desperate to move.
But he won’t allow it.
I snarl. He chuckles, shadows ripping away my underwear, sliding it out from beneath me.
Then he pushes me—hard—against him. Then stills, holding me there. Feeling him.
The throbbing heat, the hardness, the size.
Fuck,I want it in me.
“Thank me,” he repeats.
Giving me another slow rock. Just fucking one.
A breathless whine slips out, but that’s it. Because I’m notsaying it.
He thinks he can just kidnap me? Flit me away? Then make methank him? No way am I—
He slips a finger inside my heat, bites my neck, rocks me so slowly. Keeps gliding in and out, my clit against his cock, his lips and fingers and teeth never stopping.
I’m so close. I just need… I just…
