“You.” She scowls when I stop stroking her, seeking pleasure by rocking into my hand. “I want you.”
“Me?” I’ve always been addicted to Elowyn. Her softness, the goodness pouring out of her. But the dirty side she’s been hiding is just maddening, in the best kind of way. I’m going to force more of it out to the surface. “Or my cock?”
“Duncan…”
I cup her pussy possessively, halting her movements. “What. Do. You. Want?”
“You.” Thatyouis an accusation rather than a plea. “I told you I want you.”
“Not good enough.” With the heel of my hand, I rub her clit. Start and stop. Start. Stop. “You know, I could go on like this forever.”
“Don’t.” She’s blushing. Panting. Groaning. “Please.”
“I’d start by using my hand.” I lean in so our lips brush as I speak. “Edge and tease you for hours.”
“No.” The need bleeding from her is erotic. Fucking tantalizing. I’ve been fantasizing about this for years. About the moment Elowyn will be begging me to finish her off. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would. Then, if you’re still withholding answers from me, I’d lay you out on this pedestal. Push your legs apart. I’d tie you up. Put my mouth on your pussy.” My fingertips skim her soaked entrance, andJesus fuck. It takes everything in me to hold back. “Lick you. Kiss you. I’d suck your clit until you cry. Or until you tell me you want to be fucked.” I emphasize the last word, my abs tightening when she gasps at how filthy I make it sound.
“Stop it.” The threats, the barely-there touch, it’s driving her crazy. Her hand is wrapped around my wrist, pulling me to her. “I can’t say these things.”
I pretend to soften, to be merciful by sliding a finger into her pussy up to the first knuckle. Stroking her gently.
“Hmm…” I start.
“What?”
“I wonder. How many hours would I have to spend between your thighs, eating you out?” My head pounds. My veins pump blood south. But I’ve waited for years. I can and will wait a little longer for Elowyn. “How many sheets we’d have to change while you writhe, weep and deny me what I want?”
“None,” she gasps. Her pupils are blown, pussy clenching, trying to suck me in. “I-I need you. Need your cock inside me. Please.”
“What was that?” I stop rubbing her, raising an eyebrow. “You say something, little moon?”
“Yes.” The sweet girl I remember is nowhere to be found. In her place is a woman who’s breathing hard, facing a monster. “Fuck me, Duncan. Fuck. Me.”
“That’s what you want? Really?” I release her hair and unclasp her collar.
The dress cascades down her body, pooling at her feet.
“Yes.” Voicing these filthy wants has sparked something within Elowyn. She doesn’t blink when she adds, “I need it. I need you.”
“One last thing…” I cup the side of her neck, compelled to feel each gasp and moan. “Tell me, have you really stayed a virgin all this time? Or are you a dirty little liar?”
I hold my breath.
Yeah, I’m being a tease. Being mean because it gets Elowyn wet.
But it goes deeper than that. I’m an obsessed motherfucker who wants her all to himself, even if I don’t have the right to.
“When you finally fuck me…” Elowyn’s newfound courage pushes her hands down my stomach.
She goes lower, over my tense muscles, until she starts to undo my jeans.
Her palms are trembling when she’s done. She’s unsure as she takes me out, being gentle when she wraps her fingers around my cock.
She has no reason to be insecure.
At all.
