"Already dripping. All this attitude, and you're soaking wet for me, baby."
She grits her teeth as her thighs start to tremble.
“I love how sensitive you are.” I circle her entrance with my finger. “I’m barely touching you, yet you’re already trembling with pleasure.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
I smirk. “You’re going to be so full of me soon, princess.”
Her breath catches as I slowly push one finger inside her, groaning as she clenches around me.
“Do I need to remind you of what happened last time I got my hands on this pussy?”
Ciara sinks her teeth into her lower lip as she arches against my touch.
“Because if you give me attitude again, I won’t allow you to come.”
She cries out as I start to pump my finger inside her, and my thumb moves to her clit, giving her just enough of what she wants to make her squirm but not enough to send her over the edge.
At least not yet.
“More,” she gasps, trying desperately to grind against my hand.
“Is this what you want?” I slide another finger inside her tight pussy.
“Yes,” she pants, her eyes fluttering closed as I rub the pad of my thumb over her swollen clit.
“Who do you belong to?” I pump my fingers faster, her pussy growing even slicker with arousal as she chases her release.
Her mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure, her body starting to tense as she reaches the edge.
I know from last time that she’s close, so I pull my fingers free, and her eyes fly open.
“Ronan—”
“You’ll come when I say you can,” I growl before crashing my lips against hers, swallowing her needy whimpers as I keep my fingers teasing her entrance.
“I’ll ask you again, who do you belong to?”
“Fuck yo?—”
I sink my fingers inside her once more, stretching her pussy so well that Ciara’s head falls back against the cabinets as a rush of wetness coats my hand.
"Say it," I growl against her mouth. “Say you’re mine.”
“No,” she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.
I curl my fingers so I can graze her most sensitive spot at the same time I press down hard on her clit, making her cry out.
“Oh,yes!” Ciara’s brows are pulled together, her expression one of agony as I rub her clit faster.
"Say it or I won’t let you come," I rasp.
"I-I’m yours," Ciara chokes out as she arches against me.
“That’s my good girl, now come for me.” I increase my pace, pumping my fingers so hard inside her that her eyes roll back.
I watch with a smug sense of satisfaction as her bodytenses around me before she lets out a strangled cry as she climaxes.
