I felt him tensing, like he was about to let go on my lips, but he tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me up.
“Not like this,” he breathed. “Not yet…”
He slipped his hand under my dress, reaching for panties, but I wasn’t wearing any.
A slight smirk tugged at his lips, but he didn’t let it stay.
As if he’d given up on me following instructions, he took the condom from me and handled the matter himself.
“Here,” he said, sliding his hand under my left thigh. “I want you to come for me first…”
He lifted my leg and gently pulled me forward, angling his tip at my soaking wet slit, and then he slid into me slowly. Letting me feel every inch of him, he stared at me as I took all of him.
My thighs tightened around him when he bottomed out, a broken sound escaping my throat.
“Don’t scream,” he warned. “Unless you want them all hearing who you belong to…Clear?”
He didn’t wait for a response.
He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in just as slow.
Deliberate. Punishing.
“Tell me how much you’ve wanted this dick…”
I couldn’t form words. My body had already betrayed me.
I clutched his shoulders and screamed into his chest as he fucked me. My nails dug into his suit’s fabric, and I begged him to slow down, but he wasn’t listening.
And a part of me didn’t want him to.
“Look at me and tell me you hate me,” he muttered against my neck, still thrusting, still controlling me.
“I…”
“Say it while I’m inside you…” He thrust harder. “Do you still fucking hate me?”
“Noooo…” I could only scream.
“Are you sure?” He teased, and I knew he didn’t need an answer to that.
I shut my eyes as he pushed me further and further into ecstasy, my mind derailing against his rhythms.
The pressure coiled low in my stomach, tightening with every thrust until I couldn’t breathe. Despite his “Hold on for me” command, I shattered around him.
My body shook violently against his.
He followed seconds later, stiffening, whispering my name like it was both confession and claim.
My chest heaved up and down, and I felt his heart running heavy laps in his chest.
For a long moment, we stayed like that—breathing, tangled, unsteady.
By the time I mentally came back down, my legs were barely holding me up.
“You still want to leave me?” he murmured against my neck.
“No…”
