His reaction to it is physical, and it’s explosive.
His hips stutter in surprise before his muscles swell with tension, and the growl that rumbles out of his chest is menacing. Rather than spanking me again, he reaches forward and sloppily gathers all my hair into his fist. He pulls tight, forcing my chest to lift and my back to bow. Sharp pinpricks ignite across my scalp, only making me happier.
“You’re a fucking filthy little slut,” he snarls.
I should hate that. I should be incredibly offended and turn around and smack him. Yet, my teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, biting back a smile as I nod my head eagerly, and mewl, “Uh-huh.”
“Shit,” he curses, and for a split second, he sounds completely thunderstruck.
I said I would ruin him, and I meant it. Admittedly, though, I didn't think it would go like this.
He adapts quickly, his free hand moving to cup my breast. I don’t have time to prepare myself for the blinding sensation of his fingers finding my nipple and pinching hard.
“Fuck!” I shout, my pussy clenching around him with a force that rivals his grip on my nipple.
The heady mix of agony and pleasure has my mouth dropping open and my eyes rolling. It’s breathtaking, and it fills my chest with pure elation, producing more gleeful moans.
“Fucking Christ,” he barks, pounding into me harder. “It’s fucking pathetic how easy it is to make you come.”
As if my body wants nothing more than to prove him right, my stomach tightens, and I soar right to the edge of that cliff again.
“Only with you,” I gasp out, the words slipping from my mouth unintentionally.
His hips stutter in surprise again, though he quickly recovers.
“The fuck did you just say to me, baby?” he asks, sounding like he’s almost daring me to repeat myself.
I didn’t mean to say that. Even if it’s true, it’s incredibly unnecessary for him to know.
But my muscles are tightening, and a knot is forming deep in my stomach, so my concern is at an all-time low.
“You heard me,” I say, my voice terribly faint.
I whine when he releases my nipple, only to yelp when that hand moves down between my legs, and he pinches my clit just as harshly. The agony is damn near beautiful, and my mouth waters, drool trailing from the corner of my mouth as the two opposing feelings crash into one another.
But it’s short-lived, earning another whine from my throat when he moves to roughly grip my cheeks instead while the hand in my hair jerks my head back.
“Don’t think I did,” he bites out.
Groaning, I force the words out, “I said only with you.”
He hums his approval. “You come for me like a little whore. Look at you, even drooling like a whore.” His thumb swipes the saliva over my cheek before releasing my hair and harshly pushing away my face. “What makes you think you deserve to come again?”
He pulls out completely, which instantly has panic overtaking me and damn near has me on the verge of tears.
“No, no, wait,” I beg. “Don’t stop, please!”
“On your back,” he demands roughly.
I’m a shaking mess as I quickly spin around and settle on the bench again.
He instantly crowds over me, his hands gripping the bench on either side of my head and his cock poised at my entrance. The sheer size of his body is overwhelming. When he had me over the edge of the pool, I was in too much of a panic to notice, but fuck, he’s just…everywhere.
My entire body is tingling, my center throbbing from the denied orgasm, and it’s making me feel slightly insane from how badly I need it.
He brushes his lips over mine, and though all he needs to do is just push inside me, he stays still.
“Dread,” I complain before reaching for his dick to put him inside me my damn self. He catches my wrist before I can, only to grab the other and pin them above my head in one massive palm.
