A deep rumble comes from his chest.
“You’re the one grinding your wet pussy against my dick, baby. I’m just lying here, happy to receive it.”
I mutter a curse. This is not how I envisioned this would go.
I want him to surrender to me, to get swept away with what I’m doing to him.
Give in to me.
He’s fighting it.
I need to fight dirtier.
I pick up my movements, my wetness beginning to pool between my thighs, making my rocking slicker. I moan his name, remembering that used to rewire something in him.
His fingers dig into my skin, hard enough to leave bruises.
“You’re fucking soaked. Still dripping with my cum from last night.” His voice has dropped, that huskiness winning against my defences, and the images of our night flash behind my eyes, raising the temperature in the room.
A quick swipe of his hand, and it’s wrapped around my throat before I can even open my eyes again. “Don’t fuck around. Sit on it, Indie.”
My entire body trembles at the command, trying to think how the hell he’s managed to get one up on me so quickly, but I still have time to overpower him.
“Not until you say yes,” I breathe, swirling my hips. He gets rock hard as his cock slides with ease between my slit, and I whimper when the grip tightens around my neck, taking away more of my oxygen.
He bites through each word. “The only yes in this room will be from you screaming it. Sit. On. It.”
A triumphant smile feathers on my lips. “No.”
My hands clasp his chest as I arch my back, slowing down my movements. His breathing becomes more shallow beneath my palms, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he watches me, the defiantness in my stare unwavering.
Saint’s voice is strangled when he speaks, as if it’s him that has a vice-like grip around his neck.
“I’m warning you.”
It only makes my smile grow wider.
“And I’ll only fuck you if you let me come with you.” His fingers tighten around my pulse, causing me to grit my next words. “Your choice.”
He opens his mouth to respond, and I place my finger against his lips, silencing a further objection. “Oh, and if not? I’ll make sure you have the worst case of blue balls before you go. Trustme, if you thought those six years were bad, I’ll make sure you consider death by hard-on.”
A yelp leaves me when he nips the pad of my finger with his teeth and says, “When the fuck did you get such a filthy little mouth?”
My shoulder hikes upwards.
“Seems to have been waiting for you. Now, are you going to agree to my exchange?” I say whilst leaning back, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock, lining him up. “Me fucking you, and you letting me come with?”
His head is nudging against my entrance, the swollen flesh aching my clit swollen, and I have to fight with every single fibre inside me to keep my poker face on. When all I really want to do is sink myself all the way down on his thick length.
He doesn’t say a word. I know if he wanted to, he’d buck up into me easily.
I think he’s sickeningly enjoying this; his eyes are heavy, and his fingers drum against my neck.
Impatience is eating away at him, and I just might win this one. Just a little extra nudge and he’ll cave.
I sink back ever so slightly, his head now inside me. I want to sound theatrical, but the sensation enhances my performance anyway as I gasp. “Saint, please.”
It works in my favour, seeing as he couldn’t look more fucking proud of himself.
