“No,” I say, trying to be convincing.
His nose is pressed against my hair and his lips against my cheek. “We’ll see about that,” he says.
Lincoln grabs my hip roughly, his body still on top of mine as he slides his hand over my stomach and attempts to finger me. I squeeze my thighs together and I can feel him smiling against my face.
“Are you trying to hide how wet your pussy is right now? Are you embarrassed how bad you want it, baby?”
A little whimper escapes me and he laughs again.
“So needy for a stranger who broke into your apartment in the middle of the night, aren’t you?”
“No,” I say. It comes out breathy no matter how hard I try.
His weight feels perfect on top of me and as badly as I want to turn around and have him fuck me, I also don’t want this role play to end.
“Such a little fucking liar,” he says, pushing my thighs apart and cupping my wet pussy. “I could slide into you right now and you’d be gushing around my cock.”
“Stop.”
His hand pauses, a moment broken, but only briefly.
“I didn’t say red,” I whisper and his hold on me tightens again.
“Don’t lie to me. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you come too.”
I try to move from under his hold, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger and stronger than me. I like that even if he can overpower me, if I said red, he would be off of me in a second. It’s a game, one where I’m completely safe but can also fully express my desires.
“Get off of me,” I say and he just pushes harder against my body, his palm rubbing against my clit.
“That’s not what you want, is it? You want me to take this pretty pussy? Make you beg for more?” he asks and I moan. “That’s what I thought.”
There’s a brief moment when I’m able to move as he unsheathes his cock from his boxers, but I don’t get far before he’s pushing my body back against the bed with a hand between my shoulders.
“Where do you think you’re going? I haven’t gotten what I want yet.”
He slides his cock inside of me with so much ease it’s borderline embarrassing how wet I am.
My body is flat against the bed as he lies on top of me, his pelvis hitting my ass with each thrust and his chest arched against my back. He tightens his hold on my throat as he kisses the side of my face.
I think about turning my head and stealing a kiss from him, but it would break the scene and our rules.
“Are you going to come?” he asks menacingly.
“No,” I hiss out and he shifts my body so that one of my legs is bent out to the side, which has my clit flush with the sheets.
Each thrust of his hips has my sensitive clit dragging over his over-indulgent sheets.
“What about now, little liar?”
“Fuck,” I hiss out.
His hand slides from my neck to the back of my head, holding it still against the bed while he fucks me.
His thrusts are hard, unrelenting. He takes what he wants from my body, wringing me dry in the process.
“I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum whether you finish or not,” he says.
“Please,” I rasp out.
