God himself couldn’t stop me now.
“Listen to me, Gibson,” I say quietly, and she stares at me, blue eyes wide. “You want this to stop, then you say ‘pause.’ Any other word you say, any other sound you make, unless I give you permission, will result in me hurting you. Do you understand?” She nods. “What is the only word you can say, Gibson?”
“Pause.”
“Good girl.” I move my fingers between her legs, pushing her underwear aside, and plunge two fingers into her. She gasps, her eyes widening, and I cover her mouth. “Not a fucking sound. That’s the only reminder you get.”
She isn’t looking at me anymore. She’s staring at the roof of the car, bucking her hips against my hand. She’s so warm, so wet, so tight, and I’m desperate to take her now, bare, deep, make her feel every inch of me until she breaks every rule and says my name. I remove my hand from her mouth and keep moving my fingers in and out of her,slipping in another until she’s tight around my knuckles, her back arched.
I use my other hand to brush back her hair from her face and watch her. Her lips quiver, and I quicken my movement between her legs until her hips are off the seat.
“You’re greedy,” I whisper. “You want to come again?” She’s biting back words, the muscles in her jaw tight, and I smile. Her mouth opens but she quickly shuts it again, so I lean close to her ear. “Have you always been this much of a slut, Gibson?” She cries out, and I revel in her mistake. I grip her hair, pulling it back until she whimpers again and her throat is exposed. “Did you just make a sound?” I’m fingering her rapidly now, and I increase the grip on her hair with my other hand. Her mouth is open, eyes wide, a tear falling free and into her hair, and she tightens, squeezes, and erupts over my fingers, totally silent, and I’ve never wanted someone more in my fucking life. I loosen my grip, slow my fingers, and groan softly into her ear. “You’re such a good fucking girl, following orders so well.”
I can only hear her quick, short breaths. Her chest is covered in sweat, and I push her bra aside, running my palm over her hardened nipples, leaving a trail of her wetness over them. I kiss her cheek and her neck, and I move to kneel between her legs. I pull off my T-shirt and she watches me, her cheeks pink.
“Take off your bra,” I say, and she does so without question.
Reaching for her underwear, I wrap it around my fingers and snap it. I throw the material aside and run my fingers between her legs—she’s pink, swollen, and wet. Ella’s mouth parts and she lifts her hips, eager for more.
I use my other hand to unfasten the buttons on myjeans, freeing myself, moving my fist up and down my length as she watches me silently.
Leaning over her, I slip my fingers inside her tight warmth again.
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?”
Her fingers press into my biceps, and she nods quickly, eyes fluttering closed, hips meeting every thrust of my hand.
“You want me to fuck you bare?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes fly open, and a smirk lifts my lips. My fingers leave her, and I seize the back of her thigh, lifting her, a sharp slap landing on her butt cheek. She yelps and tries to squirm away, but my palm lands sharply against her ass again, and she whimpers. With every sound she makes, I spank her again until she’s biting her lip furiously.
“And that’s me being kind,” I say, the car fogged up, stiflingly hot. It’s hard to breathe, the air permeated with sex.
I smooth my hand over the area I spanked; I don’t need to look at it to know it’ll be red raw.
Everything about this moment is heaven for me—her restraint, her mistakes, her need to come again; I want to give her everything but keep it all from her, too.
I run my tongue across the sweat on her chest, then bite her nipple, soft at first, then harder. Her nails run down my back, not a damn sound leaving her lips.
“Fuck, you’re such a good slut,” I say. Her nails press harder into my skin, and I love how much the name makes her react. “So well behaved.”
Positioning myself between her legs, I pray for the strength to hold onto myself as long as I can. I want this tolast. I want to fuck her senseless, remove every thought from her head.
I look down at her one final time. The pinkness of her skin, her flushed cheeks, her wide, startled eyes—and I push my cock inside her. She slaps her hand over her mouth and I groan, her tightness sending me dizzy.
Past the point of no fucking return.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I hope she can take all of me, because I need it. I need to bury myself inside her and feel my entire cock wrapped tight in her warmth, but I’m hardly halfway in, and I can already see she’s struggling. I pull out slowly, and she grasps for me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She relaxes, and I guide myself back into her.
“Breathe,” I whisper, and she takes in a breath. I move deeper and she lifts her legs. I kiss her neck, taking my time, deeper, deeper …
“Pause.” She gasps.
I stop, kissing her cheek softly. “Do you want me to pull out?”
