I lower my voice to a raspy whisper. “There’s one problem—I’m neverevergoing to get my fill of you.”
A darkness skirts across her features as I pull back and thrust forward, with power this time, fucking her with intention. God, she feels so fucking perfect. Like she was made to take me, just like this.
“You have no idea how insane you drive me.”Thrust. “You make me feral, possessed by my feelings for you.”Thrust. “I can’t think straight anymore. I’m ruined.”Thrust. “And I’m taking you with me.”
Her moans intertwine with the slap of our thighs as I fuck her to the edge of oblivion, keeping her in the same position.
“You’re mine,” I growl. “Onlymine.”
Her core starts to tighten around me, and I slow down.
“Wait,no. I was almost there.” Her words fall from her lips in a hopeless plea.
A smirk takes over my lips, and for a split second, Ihate that she can’t see the amusement on my face. “I know.”
I continue to grind into her, filling her to the brim, but slow enough that she won’t be able to finish. It’s driving her mad with pleasure.
“OhGod.”
“You want to come?” I ask her.
My hand on her hip lifts and slaps down onto her cheek, and it bounces with the vibration.
“Yes! Please, fuck,” she whimpers.
I wonder if, in this lighting, she can see my eyes through the mesh, see the look on my face as I say, “Too bad … I’m the one in control.”
Her smile falters. “Please, please, please. Oh God, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Her begging is nearly enough to snap my restraint.
“Tsk-tsk. Remember when you were so cocky in your texts?”
Her hands reach back, and she bunches the fabric of my joggers. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was being a brat. Is that what you want to hear?”
The slow roll of my hips continues.
“No.”
Her face is twisted with torment. “Tell me what to say, and I’ll say it. Please, for the love of God.”
A dark, rumbling chuckle leaves my lips. “I justlovehearing you beg.”
Seconds pass as her moans and whimpers become one beautiful song in my ears, my pace staying the same. Frustration gets the best of her, and she fights me for control, pulling her hips forward before backing them up on me.
Now who’s using whom?
But with my resistance, it’s not enough for her. She needs more, and I’m seconds from giving it to her because as hard as I’m trying to hold on to control, it’s slipping—and fast.
“Tell me your name. Tell me what to scream. Tell me who I belong to.” Her words snap the cord of my resilience.
I drive harder into her than ever before, my cock throbbing with unbridled need. I release her ponytail, grab her hips, and fuck her with abandon.
Her upper body falls forward, and she catches herself on the table, bracing for the next thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes!”
Oh God, I’m not going to last much longer, and as badly as I want to come just like this, buried inside of her, I know she’s not on birth control, and I’m not quite ready for a little one running around.
Fighting my orgasm back, I feel her pussy start to quiver around me. “Should I stop again?”
