My cock aches with desire, bucking and kicking with wanting. My balls tighten with each teasing, torturous display of dominance Gabby shows me.
Then she sits back on me completely, playing with her tits and grinding on me, my naked cock pressed up against my navel while her pajama pants remain on.
Why won’t she take them off?
Her grinding, even like this, sends me back toward the edge I never really left.
“Gabby,” I whisper, my eyes shutting under the buckling weight of the pleasure.
My cock needs to come one way or another. That ruined orgasm she gave me, the one that only let me come about 4%, needs completion, and it comes surging back, ready to spill over with each buck of her hips.
I go still, my mouth opening, as my entire body becomes a fireworks show of sensory overload, my balls tightening until they’re a tense knot before the percussion begins—
SLAP!!
My eyes fly open as I feel a stinging sensation on my face, and then she's rearing back, slapping my dick and then squeezing my balls painfully.
“OWW!!!! WHAT THEFUCKIS WRONG WITH YOU!FUCK!!” I yell, bolting upright in response to the sudden pain and the frustrating yank away from my orgasmic tidal wave.
“Shut the fuck up!” Gabrielle yells as she pounces on me, her hand on my throat, throwing her full body weight on me like a leopard on prey, forcing me back onto my back.
Shock courses through me first, aware of how wide my eyes are open.
“You donotfucking talk to me like that! Who thefuckdo you think you are! You think you deserve to come afterallthe shit you put me through!! You should beworshipingthe ground that I walk on!!! Grateful that I'm at least letting you touch me, you ungrateful little bitch!” she yells in my face.
At first, I thought this was just a game she was playing… and then I see the tears trailing down her furious features.
What the hell is going on?
I’ve never seen her like this.
Usually, I'm the one who likes being assertive, and if it were any other case, I'd have flipped her over by now and fucked her until she howled my name, until her back gave out. But I haven't earned the right to dominate her, even though I easily could.
And something about seeing her mad like this, choking me out, makes it hard not to comeright now.
“You don't get to come, Lincoln.”
“Baby—”
“Don't fucking call me baby! You don't get to experience pleasure. You claim you love me and how sorry you are, well then show me bitch.”
I don’t know how to feel about her calling me bitch. Usually in any other situation, this would not be it for me… but the way she's mad, and how horny I feel right now, and how horny I know she is, it's doing something to me.
What am I going to say to her?No, I'm not a bitch?
The fact that she’s even in my room is an accomplishment. So I'm going to let her call me whatever she needs to in order to feel better. Maybe this is one of her ways of trying to work through things.
But it’s pure torture for me.
“I will fuck with you the way I want to fuck with you for as long as I want to fuck with you. If you can't handle it then I'll leave. If you need to come that badly and that's what's most important to you because you have no fucking self-control… then I'll gladly pack my bags and never see you again. Is that what you want?” she challenges.
“No,” I whisper, sounding small.
A new tear falls through her angry, gorgeous face, a work of art, her face and her body, her stretched, wavy hair falling over her as she removes the remnants of her clothes. I watch helplessly, finding it harder to swallow.
“What if I did give you another chance, Link? Would you cheat on me again?” she asks.
“Baby I-I mean…”
