"Mmhmm." I agreed. "But only a chosen few are allowed to call me that. A select group of exactly one."
"Do I know this one person?" she asked, her pulse jumping in her throat.
"I'm right here in this room with her," I said.
I slammed my mouth down onto hers, tasting her lips and sliding my tongue between them, tracing all the way around her mouth before plunging inside.
She placed her hands on my chest as if to push me away, but she was kissing me back.
I devoured her mouth like I hadn't eaten in years. Like I was starving for her, needing to touch her, feel her, hear her moan. I grabbed the front of her tank top and yanked, tearing it right down the middle. The way the fabric gave way in my hands made me feral for more.
"Take your bra off," I snapped.
Before she could, I was grabbing the straps and yanking them down her arms. Leaving her to unhook it quickly, to catch up. I threw it to the floor like I had a vengeance and grabbed the front of her leggings. I pulled her to me, pelvis to pelvis, then shoved her leggings down her hips. I gave her half a second to kick them off before I grabbed her panties and tore them in two as well, the lace no match for my desperate fingers.
I grabbed her leg up to my hip before shoving my fingers straight into her wet heat.
She cried out at the sudden intrusion. Her voice was like music.
"Who the fuck are you so wet for, whore?" I demanded.
"You," she said, all but panting already. "I'm wet for you."
"Of course you are. Dirty fucking bitch." I fucked her with my hand so hard it must have hurt, but she didn't pull away. She took everything I gave her. Groaning like she was begging for more.
I pulled my fingers out of her and all but threw her down on the bed, taking the moment while she bounced to push my track pants off my hips and my boxers with them. My cock was already rock hard, leaking from the tip.
She looked up at me, a smile playing on the corners of her mouth. Before I could kneel between her legs, she scooted away, pretending to try to evade me.
I knelt down on the bed and stalked her across the surface, my gaze on her.
She reached the end of the mattress and let out a squeak as she almost fell off onto the floor. I used that opportunity to grab her arms and straddle her hips, pinning her to the bed.
"Caught you. Where did you think you were going? Hmm?"
"Nowhere, sir," she said meekly, playing her part to perfection.
"Of course you weren't." I flipped her over and slapped her ass so hard I left a red hand mark on her round skin.
She cried out. More music. I should record her on my phone so I could listen to her later, but that would mean stepping away, and I wasn't going anywhere.
I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulled it off over my head, and threw it to the side.
"Are you going to try to get away from me again?" I asked, leaning in to bite the lobe of her ear.
"Yes," she said, wriggling her ass as if it was some attempt to escape.
I smacked her ass again, harder this time. "Go on then, try."
She wriggled harder, but I had her pinned to the bed.
"You know what I think?" I said, tracing a line down from her temple over her cheek and down to her throat with the tip of my tongue. "I think you want this."
Iknewshe wanted this. There was no way this woman wouldn't have told me in no uncertain terms. She was getting off on this as much as I was.
She shook her head. "Please." Her voice was strained. I wouldn't have to touch her very much to make her come.
"Please what?" I pulled her wrists back, holding them in one hand while I grabbed her hair in the other.
