He thinks he’s lured me into a trap.
“Look how easily you yield to me. I don’t even have to try.”
I roll my hips up so that he’s resting against my entrance. “Only because I know you’re going to say yes.”
“And why’s that?”
I sink all the way down.
Painfully slow.
Taking him entirely inside me. He throws his head back against the pillow with a ragged grunt consuming my name.
I lean down closer to him, my breathing heavier, but my words come out like a conviction, even though I whisper them. “Because you used to give me anything I wanted when I fucked you on top.”
His strangled laugh fills the room. “You devious little shit.”
Despite the fullness of having him inside me, I keep my pace slow and torturing, gliding up and down his cock, both my hands gripping against his chest to keep me steady.
“Say it, Saint,” I moan, and a shiver darts over me when his thumb finds my clit, circling it with the same rhythm my hips move to.
“This is fucking extortion,” he murmurs, and I break out into a full grin, feeling the orgasm already building inside me, each slide hitting that perfect spot.
“It’s not when you’re enjoying it.” My eyes slide closed, the bliss continuing to rise inside me, my walls tightening around him.
He finally lets go of my neck, hands gripping my waist as he meets my thrusts, biting out his words. “I’m a fucking masochist.”
His head falls back as he hisses, watching me as I continue my tormenting rhythm; it’s getting to the point where I’m willingly driving myself to insanity.
I pick it up just a touch, already wanting to chase the high.
I tortured myself over this man for six years; I can hold out a little longer.
“Just say yes, Saint…”
The word please is on the tip of my tongue, until then he bucks into me, the restraint snapping with us both at the same time, meeting every one of his harsh thrusts until I’m a panting, sweating mess.
Leaning forward, I grind my hips against his public bone, crying out his name when the shockwaves roll through me, toppling me over the edge as my body spasms, the intense and longing build-up forcing the earth-shattering orgasm to throb through me.
Eventually when I still, the world doesn’t have time to mend together. He fucks upwards into me.
My cries echo through the room. “Oh God, Saint.” They bounce off all four walls, and white bleeds through my vision.
Saint’s strangled moan causes flutters in my chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry out my name.” His hands shake to cuff tightly underneath my thighs.
He stills beneath me as my head throws back, his cock pulsing inside me as his body goes rigid. I stare down at him through my lashes, sweat coating both of our bodies, and our harsh breathing filling the room.
Annoyance breaches through the euphoria, because despite my efforts, I haven’t gotten what I wanted.
That smirk tilting his lips says it all.
He reaches for my hand, and just before I go to snatch it away, or worse, slap him with it, he presses a chaste kiss to my palm. “Show me what you can do, and then I’llmaybeconsider it.”
Not a complete failure then.
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