She winks as she inches her way down my body, dragging her tongue along the ridges of muscle to the head of my hard cock.
“FUCK. Sophie… princess…”
She maintains her slow pace, torturing me by staring at me with those big brown eyes as she drags the flat of her tongue up the base of my shaft, then wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and sucking softly.
It takes everything in me not to grab her hair and force herto swallow my cock whole, but even more than I want that, I want her to trust me. Trust that when I tell her I’m going to do something, I’ll follow through. And I want to give her what she asked for.
I want my princess to be happy.
But fuuuuck, her mouth is so warm and wet and I can’t fucking watch her and stay in control, so I glance up at the ceiling and back down again every time I feel like I can’t take it.
Abruptly, she stands. I can see up the t-shirt she’s wearing to that wet pussy that I want so badly. I bite down on the inside of my lip so hard that I bleed.
She smiles. She knows exactly what she’s doing as she lingers there looking down at me, watching me squirm. Gripping the headboard she slowly lowers herself down onto me, pinning me down with her brown eyed stare and I. Stop. Fucking. Breathing.
“Rip this off me,” she whispers, and before the words are out of her mouth, I tear the shirt from collar to hem and push it off her, grazing my hands roughly over her arms, her breasts, her rounded stomach where my cock is deep inside—
I stop.
Fuck.
My hands on her waist, I go completely still inside her. Fucking forgot about the birth control until right now, and I have a strange gripping feeling that is completely unfamiliar. A crisis ofconscience maybe? Fucking strange feeling but… if I want her to trust me, I can’t knock her up. Not like this.
“Sophie.”
She continues her slow torturous pace, and I grit my teeth.
“Soph. Princess, I need you to stop.”
She drags her finger down my cheek to my lips. “I’m in charge, remember?”
“Baby, please. I need you to listen for a second. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I hope you’ll reconsider that,” she says, swiveling her hips.
Groaning, I grab her hips, force her to stay still. “Sophia. I’m not fucking playing right now. I threw out your birth control. I’ve been replacing new packs with placebos for over a year.”
She frowns. “What is happening right now, Vin? Why are you telling me this?”
I gesture impatiently at where we’re connected. “Because my cock is practically in your uterus right now, and if you don’t want to get pregnant, then we need to make some choices.”
“Vin—” She moves on me again, a fucking goddess on my cock, and I throw my head back so I’m not looking at her and dig my fingers into her hips.
“Sophie, I don’t want something to happen that you’re not ready for.”
She puts her finger on my lips, quieting me. “I know, Vin. I’veknown for a long time.”
Wait…what? “You know?”
“I took that birth control for a few months around the time that you stayed with me. I stopped right after because I didn’t like how it made me feel. Yet, new packs kept appearing in my drawer.”
I frown. “The placebos look exactly like the real ones.”
“Yes, but their expiration dates were different. It didn’t take long to catch on.”
Oh Jesus. I groan and rub my hands over my face, then snap toward her. “Wait. You let me come inside you since then. You begged me to come inside you. Does that mean—”
“I didn’t exactly have a choice, did I?”
