My blood, meanwhile, flows south, my body completely oblivious to her anger. I had her for hours last night, but I want her again. Badly.
“You make itsohard for me to be nice to you,” she says between gritted teeth.
I smile up at her, lifting my hips so she can feel my hardening cock. “I don’t know. I think you’re being pretty nice.”
The flush on her face spreads to her neck and chest. “You bastard.”
My grin widens. “From time to time.” I hold her hips and rock against her, making sure to give her the stimulation that never fails to excite her.
Her breathing shallows. “Let mego, you jerk.”
“Me, a jerk?” I widen my eyes innocently. “You’re the one who threw yourself at me.”
“Youprovokedme.”
“Just correcting your math.”
She wraps her hands around my neck, tightening her grip.
I palm the sweet curve of her pelvis and ass. “You gonna choke me, baby?”
Her eyes narrow. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“If I get to be inside you at the same time.” I rock my hard dick against her.
Heat flares in her eyes, but there’s also a tinge of self-directed cringe and fury. “You’re impossible!”
“So kiss me. Make me shut up,” I dare her, looking at her soft, sweet mouth.
Pursing her lips, she shakes her head. “Don’t even think about it.”
“What’s the difference? Is your mouth more precious than your pussy?”
“Too intimate. It would almost be like Ilikedyou.”
The flat statement cuts. It hurt when I realized she never reciprocated my feelings ten years ago, but being told right to my face raises the pain to a whole new level. I hate it that she makes me feel this way.
Well, who cares if she doesn’t like me? She still craves my body.
I want to feel her clench around me, climaxing from my touch. I unbuckle my belt, then push down my pants and underwear. I shove at her skirt and slip a finger past the thin fabric of her thong, almost groaning at how slick she is.
“Your mouth might hate me, but your pussy loves me.” I dip a finger into the opening, getting her juices on my finger. Her own fingers flex, but she doesn’t move away. I glide the pad of my thumb over her clit. Her eyes start to flutter closed.
I tap her clit twice, eliciting a sharp gasp. “Look who’s making you feel good.”
Her eyes blink open, glazed with rising pleasure.
“Tell me you want me,” I command, watching her flush with need.
Her teeth dig into her lip.
“Oh, I forgot, your mouthdoesn’twant me.”
I push three fingers into her. Her back bows, her chest shuddering. Using my free hand, I undo the belt and buttons of her trench coat and shove it off her shoulders. The arch of her spine pushes her pretty tits against the fabric of her shirt. I cup her breast and run my thumb back and forth across the nipple. Her pelvis moves to the rhythm of my plunging fingers, bliss unfurling over her beautiful face.
I watch her expression break, her lips part, as she struggles to breathe. A glimmer of triumph shimmers in my veins. She can claim that she dislikes me, how I’m all wrong for her, but her body knows better.
My dick grows impossibly hard. Her cream drenches my shaft. The urge to shove into her tight depths is strong, but I resist the base desire.
