She uses my brief moment of surprise to her advantage, knocking my hand free from her dark hair. She locks her hand around my wrist, jerking me around as she surges forward. Unable to right myself in time, I slide to the floor, and she uses the leverage of her own momentum to come down on top of me. She straddles my shoulders, her knees coming to rest on both sides of my head, her feet hooked over my biceps. She watches me, her eyes glinting in victory, but then I taunt, “That all you fuckin’ got?”
She’s wearing thin, cotton yoga pants, and with only a few inches separating her pussy and my face, I smell her arousal. I inhale deeply, not bothering to hide my intense interest. She cocks her head, smiles knowingly as she twists and moves one foot beneath her. She moves her hips forward, pressing her clothed pussy directly against my mouth. “That’s right. You shut the fuck up.”
3
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
CASSIDY
What a fucking bastard.
A muscular, tousled-hair, devil-may-care, beard-stubbled fucking bastard.
Now, I’m neither stupid nor naïve, so I know full well as I press my aching pussy against his face that all I’ve done is allow him to bait me.
But I’m so sick and tired of short-sighted and closed-minded men making assumptions and trying to dictate how I should act. He wants to shove me down into some princess stereotype, wants to lump me in as some frigid socialite tramp who only shows great emotion for designer labels and expensive trinkets.
Well, he’ll certainly have a more difficult time running his mouth when it’s full of my pussy.
A deeply stubborn part of me wants to give him a good taste and tell him he gets the full meal after he agrees to my terms. But that feral, unhinged part of me wants to fuck him into submission. I want to prove to him I can give as good as I get, that I get just as much of a thrill in taking out all of myfrustrations on his dick as he gets from giving me the hate fuck of my life.
His already chiseled jaw clenches, his dark eyes search mine. After a brief pause, he lifts his head, pushing up into the downward press of my pussy against his mouth. I grind against his open mouth, gasping as his tongue rubs against me through the fabric of my pants. My head falls back, and a breathless whimper catches in my throat as he eats at me with great enthusiasm. My head rolls forward, my eyes meeting his, the thrum of desire increasing at the dark glint of anger and passion I see on his face.
“That’s right.” I say breathlessly, wanting him to stay pissed off, yearning for him to use his body to quite literally pound me into submission. “You’re even hotter like this. Helpless, unable to say anything stupid with your mouth full of my pussy.”
I laugh, a breathless moan laced with humor, but then, I’m tumbling backward as he uses my distraction against me. He grabs my hips with his hands, using his own brute strength to surge upward and topple me back onto the sofa. He gets up onto his knees between my spread legs, his hands immediately gripping the waistband of my pants and yanking them down my hips. “Let's see how much you run your mouth when you’re coming all over my face.”
“I bet you’re all fucking talk,” I retort, my body quivering with anticipation as he strips me of my pants and then pushes my knees back, spreading me wide-open for him. He stares between my legs, and I have to ignore my urge to attempt to hide myself, knowing I can’t back down now.
He glances up at my face, adjusts his stance and moves one hand so he’s spreading me open with his fingers. His head lowers, his tongue flicking my clit lightly, and I buck my hips up, tangle my hands in his silky hair, pull him closer. “Stop teasing me and fucking eat me.”
He presses his open mouth against me, the low growl that falls from his lips sending a vibration up my spine, and I don’t even try to temper the loud moan that echoes through the room.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine as he asks, “Are you a virgin?”
“Fuck you.”
He gives me a devilish grin and lowers his head, his lips and tongue attacking my clit right as he shoves two fingers inside me, earning a startled gasp. He twists his hand, and I can’t take my eyes off the corded muscle in his forearm as he strokes and teases, wetting his fingers with a mixture of our fluids before shoving in deep. He moves his other hand from where he was spreading my pussy, sliding it back along my pubic bone, pulling the skin taut as he pushes on my lower stomach. Using his lips and his tongue, he shakes his head, the press of his fingers inside me driving me wild. I yank on his hair, urging him even closer, demanding he doesn’t stop, that he pushes me over that edge into bliss. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Just like that.”
The push of his fingers inside me becomes more rapid, and I hear how wet my pussy is with each sharp, inward thrust. I fall off the edge with a curse, nothing but incoherent sounds, grunts, and moans, my hands still yanking at his hair as I buck upward, rubbing my throbbing pussy against his face shamelessly.
My body is still twitching when he pulls his fingers from my pussy, lifting his head and moving closer so he’s leaning directly over me as he shoves his wet fingers into my mouth. “You taste that? You taste how fucking hot you are for me?”
I push down my first thought to pull away, instead lifting my head from my awkward position and sucking his fingers in deep. His eyes widen, his wet lips curving upward as he pulls his now-clean fingers from my mouth and then presses his smiling, glistening lips against mine.
Our lips tangle, my hands still in his hair, yanking him closer as he kisses me savagely. His lips are firm on mine, and then his tongue laps at me, seeking entrance, which I allow immediately. While his fingers taste more of my own release, his lips and tongue hold a hot mix of carnal need and the dark war to possess or be possessed.
He pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my mouth as he whispers, “You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you so bad.”
I snort, leaning forward and biting his lip roughly until he rears back and glares at me. And then I say, “Don’t start with your flowery shit now.”
He shakes his head, that slight smile on his lips turning menacing. “You know you don’t have to continue to prove to me what a brat you are.”
I laugh, releasing his hair and pushing him back so I can sit up. He shifts backward, kneeling on the floor with his hands braced on the sofa on either side of me, and my hands move to the tie on his sweatpants. “Yes, I do. Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression that I might like anything about you other than your dick.”
His abdominal muscles tighten as I yank the waistband of his sweatpants down, gripping his erection with both hands, a thrill going through me at his sharp intake of breath. He opens his mouth to speak, and I tighten my grip, earning a low moan that sends a throb of need right to my pussy. I move my feet to the floor, sliding so my ass is hanging off the couch cushions as I attempt to lead him with my hands still gripping his cock. When he doesn’t come as willingly as I thought he would, my eyes move back to his, and his expression is pained as he says, “I don’t think I have any condoms here.”
“Good thing we don’t need them,” I reply hurriedly, my hands once again urging him forward.
