“So-oh, so good!” Bianca mewls. “Harder, Ryder.” She juts her ass in time with me. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
“I do hate you.”
I hate that she always pretends. I hate that she makes me weak. I hate that she owns me whenever her mask dissolves. I show her that, driving my cock home inside her like a penance.
“You like being used, Winter?” I seethe, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. “Treated like a fuck doll?”
“Stoptalking!”
Even in the throes of passion she holds on to her defenses, her words clipped, teeth grinding. I only see the side of her face, but that’s enough.
Curling one hand under her warm chest, my fingers find her throat and I lift her up until her back’s flush with my chest. She’s on her tiptoes, her head in the crook of my shoulder, neck on display, fingers clawing my arms.
Every spasm passing through her almost sends me over. She’s divine, perfect, fucking made for me if her delicate body taking every inch and begging for more is any proof.
“Oh, oh...yes!” she cries out when I angle my hips to better target her G spot. “There, right there.”
An idea hits me out of the blue. Toying with her the way I do with less submissive girls wasn’t on my agenda, but maybe this will make her drop the mask.
“You want to come, Bianca?” I growl, easing off when her pussy starts clenching around me. “Beg.”
She scoffs, her nails digging into my arm. “You wish.” Her small hand covers mine, moving it from her hip to her clit. “Make. Me.Come.”
I stop moving altogether, buried balls-deep inside her. A pinch of her clit earns me a body-wide shudder. “Beg.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole!”
“And you’re a cold bitch. We’re even.” I power inside her again, resuming my hard, unforgiving pace. Her moan fills the air, morphing into a frustrated whimper when I stop again. “Beg.”
She stubbornly shakes her head. Fucking minx. I tighten my hold on her throat, cutting off her air supply. My other hand is still between her legs and I torture her clit with fast, circular strokes. She clenches around me, the sweet mewls falling from her lips my favorite erotic melody.
I stop again, marveling in the cold sweat dampening the baby hairs above her temple. She tries bucking her hips, getting off on my cock, but I lean into her further, trapping her between my chest and the cupboards.
“No cheating.” I graze my teeth against her ear, my fingers working her clit again. She’s so sensitive I have her on edge within moments.
And. I. Stop.
For the next five minutes, I alternate between playing her clit and hitting her G spot. Her frustration mounts fast, every next gasp coming out more strained the longer this goes on.
I lose count of how many times I deny her. Her pussy chokes my cock. It’s divine. She was fucking designed for me. I’m not far off blowing my load just from feeling her tremble.
“No, no, no!” she whines, writhing in my arms when I bottom out and stop moving.
“Beg, Winter.”
“Please!” she yells, her nails breaking the skin on my arm. “Please, Ryder. I can’t take this! Please make me come.”
I bury my face in her neck, both hands grasping her hips. “Good girl. Hold on tight.”
This time I give her what she wants. What she needs.
I work myself into her until she shatters, her orgasm knocking the breath out ofmychest.
I’ve fucked many women and made all of them come, but feeling Bianca fall apart in my arms is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Nothing can compare.
My balls pull taut as release erupts at the base of my spine, warm cum shooting deep inside her.
Bianca’s delirious, coming so hard it’s as if all those denied orgasms are slamming into her one by one. She’s shaking, moaning, clawing my arms, and at the same time, she’s slipping from my grasp, her knees caving in. I hold her harder against me, my face buried in the crook of her neck until she goes slack.
