His heated gaze flickers up to mine. “New rule. No panties in our bed.”
I quickly step out of my soaked panties and toss them onto the puddle that is now my nightgown.
“You still owe me a pair from last night, and now you owe me a nightgown.”
He answers by picking me up by my waist and tossing me onto the bed.
“Open those pretty legs for me,” he says while shoving his boxers off.
I lick my lips. His cock is so heavy, so thick, so right there. But when I reach out to touch him, he laces his fingers through mine and brings my hand over my head. Grabbing my other hand he does the same, pinning me against the mattress.
“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart, and if you want to come you need to ask.” The fat head of his cock presses against my entrance, making me wiggle toward him trying to get what my body desperately needs.
“Bad girl.” He pulls back and roping both my wrists into one hand, he uses the free one to slap my pussy three times, hard and without mercy.
I cry out and try to snap my legs closed, but he’s still between them.
“You don’t take, you wait. Understood?” He gives me a pointed glare. I nod. “Is that how you answer me?”
I swallow, unsure of how much I want to give him. How much can I afford to lend out without bankrupting my soul.
He leans closer, tilting his head so his ear is pointed at me. “Go on, answer me.”
“Yes, sir. I understand,” I whisper.
He grins, satisfied and approving. “Good girl.”
As he says it, he thrusts forward, filling me with his cock. I tense at the sudden fullness, but he doesn’t give me any time to adjust.
And I don’t want it.
The burn of the stretch takes my arousal to new heights. He leans over me, kissing my breast, my throat, nibbling my ear.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight.”
I pull my legs back even more just to hear his hiss of pleasure. He groans, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
It’s my turn to moan with pleasure.
He pistons his hips as he thrusts harder.
Letting go of my wrists, he reaches between our bodies and finds my clit. I’m soaked and swollen and so tender that even the lightest brush of his fingertip makes me whimper with pleasure.
“You’re close.” He licks his lips. “You want to come?”
How can he know that so easily?
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, planting my feet on the mattress and matching his thrusts with my hips.
“Then ask.” He smiles. “But don’t you dare come before I give you permission.”
I shake my head. “Of course not, sir.”
How can words feel so physical? I swear this man is going to make me come just with an order.
He strokes my clit, swirling his finger in circles and driving his cock deeper and harder into me with each stroke. My head tingles. My skin feels like a live wire.
I’m a firecracker about to be set off.
