“That’s my name on your lips, kitten,” I come away from her pussy, sinking a finger into her, “Mine.”
“Please,” She whimpers.
“Beg for it,” I demand, “Say my name and beg for it.”
She doesn’t say another word.
I chuckle and give her a long lick, punching my tongue into her before I draw away again.
“Say. My. Name.” I order, squeezing her ass. There are still light red marks on her cheeks from my slap, the outline of my hand making me want to give her a permanent mark. A branding. Showing everyone, she is mine. My wife. My kitten. My little fucking brat.
But I don’t slap her ass this time.
I slap her dripping cunt.
I grin at the scream, the smile stretching when she begins to move away from me only for me to drag her back.
“Say it.”
“Fuck you!”
I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she moans loudly, arching her spine further, showing me her ass.
“Give me what I want,” I roll the tip of my thumb against her, teasing her, “And I’ll give you my cock, baby. I’ll fill up this needy little cunt just like you want.”
I move my fingers, keeping the touch so light it’ll only keep her at the edge but never push her over, no matter how hard she tries to push back and add more pressure. She’s fucking dripping for me, her pussy glistening, slick and hot and my own cock is leaking, ready to be back inside of her.
But not until she gives me what I want.
“Come on, darling,” I coax.
“Please,” She begs.
“Please what?”
“PleaseMalakai!” She cries, a bite to her tone, “Just fuck me.”
I chuckle and grip her hip, pushing her onto her side before I grasp her leg and yank it up, situating myself between them so I’m straddling one leg while the other is on my shoulder. Gripping the base of my cock, I slide it over her pussy, coating myself with her before I nudge the head of me into her body.
Her eyes roll back, fluttering closed.
“You look at me when I fuck you, Olivia,” I tell her.
Her eyes open and then narrow in on me, glaring but then I thrust, stretch and fill her and they widen, her mouth parting in a silent scream.
“No one else will ever see you like this,” I rasp, looking down to where I’m buried in her body, “You are mine. Mine to fuck. To please.”
She doesn’t answer me, not like I expect her to, but she does keep her eyes on me, watching as I fuck her. Watching as I own her.
Now that I’ve had her, felt her, I don’t know how I’ll go without it. She’s so perfect for me, pushes when I pull, opens for me, but never backs down.
Her vitriol turns me on. Her attitude even more so.
I thrust into her before I move us again, helping to lower her leg and move her onto her back, my bodyfitting into the cradle of her thighs as I lower, softening toward her as my mouth latches onto hers. She slides her fingers into my hair as I continue to move, rolling my hips so I can catch her clit with every grind. She shudders beneath me, her legs coming around to tighten over my hips.
“Come for me, Olivia,” I whisper against her lips.
Her eyes search mine, her face a mask of pleasure and confusion and I cradle her cheek in my hand, something stuttering inside my chest.
