He didn’t stop his finger-fucking, his thumb brushing over my clit again, the coiling of my stomach tightening and tightening and—
But this was a power play.
“T—try me.”
He groaned and kissed down my collarbone again, dragged down the neckline of my dress with his teeth, and circled my nipple with his tongue.
“Fuck,” I cried out, knowing I was so close, my body pulsing with flames.
He pulled away, and horror rocked through me. I reached for him, but he shook his head at me.
“Beg. Say please.”
I tried to rub myself against him like the needy whore I was. He was right:I needed him too much.
“Please. Please. Zolt.” My voice was so throaty I didn’t recognise it. I reached for the huge bulge in his jeans and nearly exhaled with relief to feel how hard he was.Over me.But as I rubbed against him, that exhale stuttered.Oh fuck. He was huge.
That was a monster.
That I wanted to ride and make me cry pretty.
“Please fuck me. I want your cock.”
My pants were so loud, I barely heard him unzip his trousers, but I felt him brush my hand gently away.
And then his cock slid against my wet cunt and turned me feral. “Kérlek.” Please.
“You want? Give me my language.”
Thank god he was sounding as desperate as me.
The need in his midnight eyes mirrored my own. We burned with the world, the sky behind him a deep orange in the haze of lust.
There was no point in trying to keep this weakening grasp on any pretence that I had control.
I wanted his power — his cum — unleashed all over me.
“Condom. In my bag.”
He continued to thrust against me, but the cockiest smirk accompanied a raised brow. “You say no seduce.”
I chucked my bag at him and covered my face with a forearm, trying to hide my mortification.
He chuckled, and seconds later, my arm was wrenched above my head, the other soon falling on top of it and held together by one hand around my wrists.
I looked down over the bunching of my dress to seehis thick, veiny cock thrusting against me, and I shuddered.
“Big,” he said. “Fill you.”
He pressed his balls against my pussy so I could see the full extent of just how much he would fill me up, and I winced.
“Lots. Everything.”
“Everything.”
When he spoke his language again, I melted into a puddle, eyes rolling back. “Don’t be embarrassed, kis szemtelen. We both want this.”
‘Want’was cute and a little degrading.
