I scoop her up in my arms, and she snuggles her face under my neck. She melts the minute I take control.
I lay her on the bed, and her face flushes. She breaks eye contact with me.
I yank down her sweatpants, slide my fingers inside her—tight, warm, mine. She gasps, and I lick her clit, then remove my mouth.
“So, what happens if I stop fucking you? How would you feel?”
She sits up. “We’re not doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Your little games, Irvin.”
She’s denying me because she doesn’t want to admit she craves my touch. She doesn’t want to admit I have psychological dominance over her. She’s playing it cool.
“Why are you asking such absurd questions, Irvin?” She shakes her head. “How would you feel if I stopped fucking you?”
I smile. “I’d be pretty fucked up about it. I mean, I crave you.”
She removes her panties and laughs. “Crave. You hit the vape pen too much.”
I move it aside, staring at her wet pussy, then slide my dick inside her. She squeezes me hard—soaked. Just how I like it.
Shame colors her face as she digs her nails into my forehead.
“Answer my question, my love. How would you feel if I stopped fucking you?”
She smirks. “I’ll fuck Jameson instead.”
I stop mid-thrust, glare, daring her to repeat her words. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I’ll fuck Jameson.” She bites her bottom lip, grinning.
I smirk. “You’re saying that to get a rise out of me.”
She wraps her legs around me. “Would you let me fuck Jameson if I really wanted to?”
I slam into her hard, and she screams my name. “Irvin!! Jeez, your dick hurts!”
“Stop saying shit to hurt me, and I won’t fuck you so hard.”
She grins. “I like the pain.”
I thrust slowly, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close. “I don’t know what I would do if you stopped fucking me, honestly.”
“Interesting. So, you wouldn’t care?”
“You’d have to stop to see how I would feel.”
“Interesting,” I repeat.
I fuck her hard again, chasing my own orgasm. I feel the tip of my dick tingling, and I come inside her. I flip her over, her assin the air, slip back inside, and continue to fuck her so hard the headboard knocks against the walls. I yank her hair gently, her soft moans slipping from her beautiful mouth.
“Irvin… you feel so good,” she moans. “Keep going.”
I lean down to her ear. “Are you ashamed that you still want me? That you like being fucked so rough and hard?”
She bites her lip. “No.”
