“Say it again,” I dare her.
“Your Royal Highness.”
I grin like the devil. She thinks I’m going to spank her again, but I’ve got other ideas. I rip her tired, cotton thong down until it catches on her pants, locked right above her knees. Then I shove two fingers straight into her.
“Holy fuck!” she cries out, arching and attempting to move, to buck, but she won’t go anywhere unless I allow her to.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
I pound into her, finger fucking right against her front wall. She seems to like it rough, and my body blazes at the thought. At all the wicked, dirty, depraved things I want to do to her.
“I was wet before you came in.”
I chuckle darkly. “You mean from smelling my pillow?”
“Fuck you!”
“Is that what you want me to do? Is that why your hot little cunt is gripping my fingers, practically begging for my cock?You can lie and deny it all you want, but your body is all the proof I need that you want this.”
“Ah! Rowan, please.”
I lick her earlobe and bite the soft skin, dragging it with my teeth. “You say fuck you to me, and then you start to beg? Which is it?”
Her face pinches up. “I…I…I don’t know. We can’t do this, and yet if you stop...”
I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her, but I slow my pace, rubbing her, gliding them instead, making sure she feels everywhere I touch. “Let me make you come.”
Now I’m the one almost begging.
“Oh god. This is a mistake. Such a big mistake.”
“I’m taking the choice from you. You’re mine right now. Mine to pleasure however I choose. Lower your chest to the bed, arms above your head,” I command. “Palms flat. Don’t move unless you’re told, and do not disappoint me by attempting to say no.”
To my astonishment, she obeys immediately.
I release her braid and run my hand down her back, pressing on her spine until her chest is flat against the bed and her ass is high. She shakes, her back twisting to fight me off her, but that won’t happen.
I smack her ass. “You can’t push me off, so stop trying.”
I want to eat her out. I want to eat her ass and cunt, but I don’t because I know if I taste her, I’ll be done for. I won’t get her naked either. I won’t see or touch her tits. I won’t kiss her. But fuck, I want that.
All of it. All of her.
This is scratching an itch and nothing more. A one-time momentary lapse in judgment that won’t carry over. It’s not as though she’d want that anyway.
My other hand wraps around her hip, and I rub her clitwhile I finger fuck her pussy. She’s so wet, and she smells so good, and I’m dying. Excruciating, crippling agony with the need to be inside her. To come. It’s robbing me of my brain cells and blood flow. The visual of her like this is everything.
Her hips cant into my touch, seeking more, wanting me to work her harder. It makes me want to edge her. To keep her here like this all day, right on the brink. But time isn’t on my side, and playing games isn’t in my best interest for self-control.
I’m going to fuck my hand morning, noon, and night to her. It’s going to be just one more time. It’s going to be me fighting everything not to seek her out. Not to sneak down to her room at night, open her door, and climb into her bed to claim what’s now mine.
Mine. Shit. No. I can’t have these predatory, possessive thoughts about her.
My cock leaks in my shorts, and I rub it against the globe of her ass, anxious to touch myself but knowing that won’t happen. My heart pounds and my veins thrum with liquid lust. She sets my blood on fire.
She feels like silk. Her clit pulses and is hard and slick from her dripping cunt. I rut and thrust and grind against her, dry humping her ass without even so much as a fuck to give about it. I want to pull my cock out and come on her. I want to watch the ropes of white coat her perfect skin. I want to mark her so she knows exactly what’s happening and who she now belongs to.
I pick up my pace, feeling her pussy flutter and tighten against my fingers. Feeling her grow even wetter, hotter. Her moans fill the quiet of my bedroom, and if anyone walked by, they’d hear her for sure. What we’re doing is incredibly risky. But it won’t stop me now. Nothing will.
