“Too late, peaches,” I nearly growled. “I know when you’re lying to me. And you’re fighting what you’re feeling for me. You want to be desired, to be worshipped, to be loved.”
She kept shaking her head, her mind starting to win again.
“What if I silenced that mind of yours? How about a friendly wager?” My hand started to snake toward her throat, gently wrapping around it. “If I find your sweet little pussy weeping for me, and I make you come, you owe me one truth. If you’re dry as a desert, I’ll leave you alone.”
That was a damn lie, I would never leave her alone.
“Shooter, we can’t. You can’t.” She tried to barter her way of it. But her pulse quickened at the mention of a promised orgasm. She wasn’t hiding from me.
I shushed her. “Shh, yes or no.”
She hesitated for a moment, and slowly her muscles eased up, showing me she was ready to make a deal with a devil. She nodded, and that's all I needed to do what I had been itching to do for days and almost weeks.
Without a second to lose, I slammed my mouth onto her perfect lips, the softness that matched with my roughness. It was like life was sparking again in my life. Like the colors of life were dancing around us. I fought for control over the kiss, never wanting to come up for air. Her body moved with mine, like two magnets trying to connect. She was my attraction; she was my pull.
With her still pinned to the tree by my body, she couldn’t run from me. I knew her mind was quiet, all thoughts disappearing. We were both at this moment. She was just as intoxicated from the last kiss. I was going to make it last; it was going to be the final brick that tore down whatever was stopping her from accepting.
I fucking wanted more.
My fingers tightened around her neck and not to my surprise her body welcomed it. The little sounds coming from her only made my cock harder. One of the hardest things in my life wastrying not to fuck her against that tree, showing once and for all that she belonged to me and only me.
I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, tangling with hers. She was a vixen hidden under those scrubs. Heat radiated from her body, her hips grinding against my propped up knee. I pulled back slowly, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. Her hips kept bucking against me, finding that friction.
I chuckled, releasing her lip. “Go ahead and use me. Use me to get yourself off.” She hummed in response, slowly moving her hips like she was dancing to her own music, getting lost in the sensation. Her lust-hazed eyes stared back at me. I could only smile and simply say, “That’s my girl.”
Her mouth partied slightly, she liked being praised. She whimpered when I started to move my knee away from her, shaking her head. “No. Please.”
My hand still around her throat, I pulled away because I was a man on a mission. She could beg all she wanted and my cock would never deflate. “Such a needy girl.” I licked my lips, craving another taste from her, but not from her lips. How much could I take before she’d run from me? With both of us almost out of breath, I wasn’t stopping to find out.
One more gentle squeeze and Amelia’s body contracted. I released, never leaving her throat completely. She couldn’t sit still; she was antsy, anticipating what would happen next.
“Tell me, Amelia.” I demanded. I was still in control of this. I was still controlling her pleasure.
“Just move your knee back.” Amelia begged, but that wasn’t the answer I wanted.
I tightened my hold on her throat, and a delicious moan was my reward. The devil side of me was quite content with my beautiful woman completely helpless but still incredibly strong.
“You think you’ll get off by yourself?” I taunted her, brushing my cheek to hers. Hot breath skimmed across her ear. “Tell me again, what do you want?”
The heated stare when I met her eyes again, towering over her. She was daring me to make a move, to show her who I really was inside. “Give me your leg back, and I’ll do it myself.”
“Wrong answer.” I smiled. I dropped my hand from her neck only to grip her hands that were once flat behind her to pin them above her head. She hissed out a “fuck”.
She struggled under my hold, only resulting in gripping her tighter.
“So, what, this is how you want me?” she sneered.
I shook my head, letting my other hand travel down her stomach, brushing against the fabric of her scrubs. “There is so much I want from you. But I’ll take this version. This version that allows me to take what I want and give you exactly what you’ve needed, whatyouwanted.”
There was a shroud of doubt still left in her eyes. The monster she lived with destroyed any hopes and dreams of being wanted and desired for being her. A pathetic excuse crushed the very essence that made Amelia the woman that called to me, that fought with me, challenged me. As my fingers grazed along the top of her bottoms, I wanted to show her what freedom to be her could be like.
“Be a good girl and let me make you feel good.” I said slowly, as my fingers gripped her fabric and pushed it down, baring her to me. With the tips of my fingers, I slowly traced her inner thighs, creeping toward the top, and a growl released from me when I felt the wetness that had already spread across her.
I fucking knew it. She wanted me, wanted this moment. The control in my hands with the best intentions of ravaging her.
I lightly brushed against her, but it wasn’t enough. I tapped her legs for her to spread wider. I teased her entrance, spreadingher pussy lips with my two fingers, finding my way to her clit. Gliding them across her sensitive bud, she trembled. It had been a long time since someone had really touched her there. Not a toy, not her own fingers, someone else that would beg to let them do it over and over again.
“Fucking hell,” she hissed out. Her pussy leaned into my fingers.
