My cock wept at her distress—she’d passed the edge of commonsense. I wanted to give in—fuck, how I wanted to—but I also wanted to win just once. She’d somehow become the victor in all our battles. This one I intended to walk away the vanquisher.
Slamming my hand on her sternum, I pressed her against the mattress and scooted down her body. Every inch I travelled, I nipped and sucked—her nipple, every rib to her naval.
“Jethro...” she panted, her hands once again diving into my hair. My heart did weird things when she held me like that—her fingernails digging into my scalp, her barely restrained lust causing pinpricks of pain that felt better than any pleasure.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Ms. Weaver. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
“I won’t. I won’t beg. You’ll break before me.”
I laughed softly, rimming her belly button with the tip of my tongue. “Are you so sure about that?”
She’s right.
My cock hadn’t stopped throbbing, and the sticky wetness at the top told me I’d been unsuccessful in stopping my need.
She yanked on my hair, trying to pull me up. Biting her flat stomach, I caught her wrists and pinned them against the mattress. “No more touching, Ms. Weaver. Remember that control I mentioned? Well, I need it.” Blowing air on her pussy, which was mouth level and glistening, I murmured, “You have the tightest, wettest, greediest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure to taste. And I plan on dining again. Take your time and decide if it’s beneath you to beg.”
“Bastard,” she growled, fighting my hold on her wrists.
“I’m the bastard?” I positioned myself, swiping my wet tongue along her slit. Her back bowed as her breath caught. “I’m the bastard for wanting to give you pleasure instead of pain?”
Stop that.
I hadn’t meant to say that. Another slip. Another fucking dangerous slip.
Nila didn’t notice as I tongued her again, diving below and dipping quickly and intrusively inside her.
“Ah!”
A violent shiver of lust commandeered my muscles. My ears roared with the need to forget about taunting her and fuck her dirty and wrong.
“Jethro...please...”
“Almost a beg, Ms. Weaver.” Without pause, I buried my face in her pussy.
She tried to move, but I kept my fingers locked around her wrists and gave her no room to move as I fucked her with my tongue.
I looked up, following the delicious contours of her stomach. She glared down at me, her eyes full of black flames.
I smiled, licking her harder.
“I won’t do it.”
I didn’t reply, only sucked her clit into my mouth.
She spasmed, shuddering uncontrollably.
“It all ends with one little word, Ms. Weaver.”
“I won’t. Not until you call me Nila.”
My tongue drove into her tight pussy; her muscles clenched viciously around me.
“How about a tr—truce?” Her voice strained as her legs stiffened, toes curling.
“A truce?”
“Two winners.”
