“Yes what?” I bite out, feeling the vein in my neck twitching. I am a complete fucking asshole. And an arrogant one, but I still won’t back down from this fight.
“Yes, it was worth it, Samuel. I may not have been a virgin, but last night, this morning…” she comes closer to me, putting a hand to my face, “it was like it was my first time. But better because it was with you.”
I grab her hand, trapping it within mine, but I don’t pull it away. I like her touch.
She runs her thumb across my lower lip, and despite the embarrassment thrumming through me, I suck it into my mouth. Her proximity calms me like only she seems to be able to do.
She moves over, pushing me back against the headboard as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. She reaches for my hands, holding them to either side of me as she leans in and kisses me, her body grinding down on my rapidly hardening cock. I start to move, to grab her and throw her to the mattress, when she pulls back.
“No,youstay still this time,” she says with a nervous smile as she lets go of my hands and cups my face. “Youdon’t move,youdon’t touch, andyoudon’t come until I say you can.”
She kisses me again, her tongue sliding over mine. My heart hammers in my chest, every muscle in my body tense.
“I can’t,” I reply honestly, the words coming out hoarse. Because I can’t. That’s not the way this works. It’s not the way I work.
“You can,” she says against my mouth. “Because I’m ordering you to. Okay?” She kisses me. “Please, Sam.”
I swallow. “Yes, ma’am,” I reply, wanting to try for her. She smiles at my words, and my heart beats faster—for her, for this.
She reaches between us and grabs my dick, holding it tightly as she slides herself down on it. I groan as her heat envelops me, her tightness clinging to every inch of my dick. She bucks her body, and my stomach tightens as I resist the urge to push her off me and fuck her from behind. To slide inside that perfect pussy of hers, to spread those beautiful ass cheeks of hers and push inside that puckered hole. My cock swells and throbs.
“Oh, God, Sam,” she murmurs as her hips speed up, her core tightening, making it almost impossible to just sit here and obey.
Jesus, this shit is harder than I realized. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I watch her ride my body, taking her satisfaction from me, punishing me, devouring me, taking everything she needs and wants. With each thrust of her hips, it becomes easier and harder to sit still. I want to ravage her, to touch every part of her, to nip and lick and kiss and fuck every hole she has. But I also want this—her on me and in control.
Her hips move quicker, her tits bouncing as she thrusts over and over on top of me, hitting her core as she fucks me, and then she comes like an explosion. Her body thrusts one last time, then squeezes me as she continues to come in a series of moans and whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed. She stills and leans forward, and I give her time to recover.
When she opens her eyes, I’m waiting.
“My turn,” I say wickedly.
I grab her and throw her to the bed before climbing back on top of her and thrusting into her in one quick movement. She cries out as I slam myself inside her over-sensitized pussy and begin to fuck her roughly. I wrap my hand around her throat as I fuck her, holding her still so I can take what I want from her. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, my tongue and my cock working in unison. My hips surge forward as my cock abruptly swells, and then I’m coming in long spurts, dousing her insides as I press my forehead to hers, our eyes connected.
“Fuck me, Patience,” I grunt breathlessly.
“I already did.” She winks.
I bark out a laugh and kiss her before rolling off her.
We lay on our backs, exhausted, sweaty, and spent.
As my heartrate comes back to normal, I turn to her. She has her eyes closed, but opens them when she senses me looking.
“What?”
“I’m sorry you didn’t want to come to school because of me,” I say. “I was fucked up that night. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but I was a kid and hated the world.”
If things had worked out differently, I wonder if she would have been there day after day in school. If I had to see the look of hurt on her face every day, would I be a different man now?
She frowns. “I didn’t stop coming to school because of you, Sam. I moved away with my mom.”
It was my turn to frown now. “No, your dad told everyone you were being home-schooled.”
She shakes her head. “He was just embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed, why?” I lean up on my elbow.
She sighs. “My mom finally left him, and I wanted to live with her.” I cock my head, and she laughs.
