“Please …” I whimper. “Take me. Make me yours.”
RIP!
He tears my panties off at the seam, ripping the fabric to shreds, and a gentle squeal leaves my lips, but then his mouth covers mine, sucking up the noises I make while his finger circles my opening.
“I want to give you what you want, Tesoro, but I am a man of my word, and when I tell you to listen to me, you listen.”
Suddenly, he thrusts inside, fucking me with one finger first, then two, coaxing out more moans, and it feels so fucking good.
“Stella, can you still handle it?” he asks, pausing for a moment.
“Yes,” I mewl, wishing he would continue.
“You disobeyed me in the cemetery.”
His fingers thrust into me once more.
“You’re a very naughty girl. Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” My wetness builds even more as he circles around my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Say it then,” he says. “Say you’re my naughty girl, Tesoro.”
He circles my pussy before thrusting inside with two fingers again, curling upward until my body begins to quake in his lap.
I bite my bottom lip. “I’m your naughty girl.”
His length twitches against my thigh, and I moan outloud when he rolls his fingers around inside me.
“Naughty girls don’t get cock as a reward. They get punishment, and I demand your orgasm as payment.”
He alternates finger thrusts with slow circles around my clit until I’m dizzy from yearning for more.
“Because you should’ve run when I told you to,” he says, making me delirious with need. “And it nearly got you killed.”
He pauses for a moment, and I wish he hadn’t.
“I don’t take it well when the people I care about are in danger.”
His hand rests on my skin, and I can feel his eyes burning into my breasts while my heart nearly springs out of my chest. Another thrust from his fingers pulls me out of my thoughts, and I moan out loud.
“But you saved me, which means a part of you also cares about me,” he says, still circling my sensitive spot. “But you just couldn’t admit it.”
He expertly flicks my clit, and a moan spills from my mouth.
“And if there’s one thing I don’t like,” he says, “it’s liars who say they only want me so they can plan an escape. So are you a liar, Tesoro?”
The heat deepens while his fingers plunge inside me, curling up to touch my G-spot until my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“No, it’s not a lie, I swear.”
I can practically hear him smirk.
“So I’m asking you again,” he says, still fondling me. “Do youwantme?”
I suck in a deep breath. “No, I need you.”
He coaxes out another moan with his fingers alone. “Good girl.”
