“You’re so wet for me,” he says, positioning himself so his cock rests against my clit. The hard length of him slides through my slickness, the friction against that sensitive bundle of nerves making me gasp and arch toward him.
“Havoc, please,” I beg, writhing beneath him. The feeling of his hard length sliding through my wetness, rubbing against my clit, is exquisite torture. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon indentations in his skin. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He smirks at me, his blue eyes dark with lust. “Not yet, baby girl. You’re not ready.”
“I am,” I pant, lifting my hips to press against him more firmly. “I’ve never been more ready for anything.”
Havoc shakes his head, silver hair falling across his forehead. “I want you mindless with need when I enter you.” His voice is a rough growl that vibrates through my entire body. “Want you so needy you forget your own name.”
He continues thrusting his cock against my clit, the thick ridge catching on that bundle of nerves with each pass. The sensation is building again, pressure coiling tight in my lower belly.
“When I take your virginity,” he murmurs against my ear, “when I claim what no man has ever had, you’re going to be begging, crying, desperate.”
His hips work in a steady rhythm, the slick sounds of our bodies moving together filling the room.
“You’ll be dripping for me,” he continues, his words as potent as his touch. “So wet and ready that when I push inside, that tight little pussy will take all of me.”
I whimper, tensing as another orgasm approaches. The pressure of his thick shaft grinding against me is almost too much to bear.
“Just like that,” he encourages. “Let me see you come again. Show me how good it feels.”
The pressure builds inside me with each pass of his cock against my throbbing clit. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper, the word slipping out naturally. “I need you.”
His rhythm falters slightly at my words. I can see the strain in his jaw, the tension in his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice rough with desire. “The way you say that word...”
I arch my back, pressing myself harder against him. “Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Take me, make me yours. I can’t wait anymore.”
I watch as his breathing grows heavier, his movements more urgent. For a moment, I think he might give in, might finally push inside me and quench the ache that has been ignited since he first touched me.
But then he regains control, his eyes locking with mine as he continues the maddening friction of his thick shaft against my wetness.
“Not yet,” he says through gritted teeth. “Not until you come from this. Not until you come from my cock rubbing against this sweet little clit.”
His hands grip my hips harder, and the pressure intensifies, building higher until I’m clutching at his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Come for me one more time, and then I’ll give you what you want. Show me how much you need my cock inside you.”
The delicious friction is too much. I tense, the pleasure crashing through me in waves as I cry out his name. My vision blurs at the edges as the most intense orgasm yet tears through me, leaving me shaking and gasping beneath him.
12
HAVOC
Even though I came all over Sasha’s face not long ago, my dick is throbbing like I’ve gone without for weeks. I’ve never wanted to make a woman come more, and I’ve never enjoyed it this much.
“I’m gonna keep you coming, baby girl,” I say, pressing my cockhead against her virgin entrance. “New favorite fucking hobby.”
“Havoc,” she whimpers, her eyes hazy from pleasure. “Please… make me yours.”
I groan, burying my face in her neck. “Sweetest fucking words, darling.” Just as I’m about to push inside, I have a moment of sobriety and lift my head. “Shit. I need to grab a condom from my room.”
I start pulling back when she digs her claws into me like a kitten.
“Wait!” she breathes. “I’m, ah… I’m on birth control.” Her cheeks turn that pretty pink I’ll always connect with her innocence. “For my complexion.”
