“Someone will?—”
“Louder.” I don’t know when it became okay to order her around like this.
She used to give me a look when I tried pulling rank—eyes narrowed, lips pursed, like I’d crossed a line.
She’d obey, but she’d make me pay for it later.
Now? Now shecravesit.
She moans, rocking against my hand, chasing it with desperate little grinds. I add a third finger just to watch her eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent scream.
“That’s it,” I murmur, thumb pressing her clit in firm circles. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you to beg for it like he’s right here watching me destroy his eager little student.”
“I hate you for making me do this,” she mutters, her whole body trembling against me.
“No you don’t.”
She doesn’t. She’s gripping my shoulders, her nails are digging into my thighs hard enough to leave marks through my black joggers.
Jesus, the thought of her leaving marks on me has my cock straining against the curve of her ass. I need to be inside her. Now.
She whines at the loss when I drag my fingers out of her, but her breathing turns ragged when I shove my joggers down just enough to free my cock.
I yank her leggings down to her thighs and force her to hover over my lap, fisting my cock so it’s at just the right angle for her dripping pussy.
I don’t know what fucking kink demon possesses me in that moment, but the words are out before I can stop them.
“Fuck me like you’d fuck him,” I growl.
“Wh-what?” she says, an uneasy laugh threading through her words.
I grab her messy bun, tugging on her hair until her neck arches.
“Show me how you’d be his good girl, while I fuck you instead.” My raspy voice is barely controlled.
Like me.
I still expect her to argue—because, Jesus, what the fuck even is this?—but then she whispers, “Yes, sir,” and sinks down onto me.
Holy fuck, she’s so hot and wet and perfect my brain short-circuit.
“JesusfuckingChrist,” I groan, my fingers digging into her plump ass.
She’s trembling, hands braced on my shoulders, descending so slow it’s killing me.
Fuck that.
I grip her hips and slam her down, making her take all of me in one brutal thrust. Her pained yell fills the cabin, but a whimper of pleasure follows right behind.
“Oh, fuck, Bastian!” For a second she just breathes, adjusting to the stretch. Then her hips start to move. “Fuck me harder, sir,” she whispers fiercely.
It shouldn’t do what it does to me. But hearing her say his name sends possessive rage and the hottest rush I’ve ever felt crashing into me.
“That’s my sweet girl.” The endearment feels alien on my tongue, but I don’t fucking care.
I lift her up, driving her down even harder onto my cock, the slap of our skin obscene in this tight space.
She shudders over my cock, mumbling out a broken, “Y-yes! God, Bastian, yes! Fuck me until I can’t think about anyone else.”
