“An asshole.”
“You just did.”
“Fuck! Asshole!”
She buries her head in the mattress, and I can hear her cry in frustration. All is right with the world, I realize, looking down at the cock that’s just aching to be released from my jeans. She’s crying, and it makes mehard.
“Let me see your tears,” I growl, flipping her over to her back. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Ass—” She claps her hand over her mouth as I smirk at her.
I unzip my fly, taking out my cock and fisting it in my hand.“Keep crying, little brat. I’m gonna torture you all night long, and I won’t let you come a single time. I just. Fucking. Love. It. When you cry.”
With every word, I thrust into her as hard as I can, each of my pumps touching the spot that has her pussy squeezing around me.
She brings her hands to her face, trying to hide it from me, but I grab her by the wrists and hold them above her head. “Leave those tears on your face. Let me fucking see them.”
I lean down and lick up her cheeks, my cock pounding into her. It takes every speck of control I have, but the second I feel her pussy milk my cock just a little too hard, I still, causing her to let out a string of curse words.
“Less cursing, more crying,” I growl, letting go of her wrists to wrap a hand around her neck.
“Sadistic ass—”
I squeeze my fingers, cutting off a new stream of curse words, my cock rock hard. I can tell she gets off on being a brat, and the truth is, it turns me on nearly as much as the tears. I love to watch her struggle under my hand, her mouth opening to form silent insults, the ghost-like skin under her freckles turning red, her hands coming up to clutch at mine. I release my hold just enough to allow her to gulp in a few spurts of air before going back to pressing against her life force. But after a while, I ease off on the pressure, when I see just how wet it’s making her.
I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let her come tonight.
I can’t handle much more, though, because denying her means denying myself. Just as she’s about to reach orgasm once more, I pull out of her, causing her to whine loudly. Then I shove her to her stomach, swipe at her soaking wet pussy, and use her arousal to coat her back hole. She emerges just enough from her hazy, frustrated state to realize what I’m planning moments before I roughly shove into her ass, groaning loudly when I feelher walls squeeze me.
“Fuck, Lia. Fuck!”
I fist her hair, forcing her to the side so I can look at the tears spilling out of the side of her eye as I pump into her. I keep toying with her pussy, pinching at her clit, but stopping just before she comes. I can tell I’m driving her mad, and the orgasm that finally rips through me is probably the best one I’ve ever had.
“Fuck,” I growl again, lying down on top of her heavily. “Remind me to fucking deny you for the rest of your life. I think I like seeing you frustrated even more than I like seeing you cry.”
She opens her mouth, and I can tell her favorite insult—asshole—is on the tip of her tongue. But she clearly thinks better of it, and instead moans, “Please,Logan,please…let me come.”
She squirms desperately under me, still beside herself with frustration.
“Hmm. If you’re a good girl, maybe… I’ll think about it.”
“Yes, Logan. Iama good girl. I swear I’m a good girl.”
I wrap my arms around her, crushing her to me, and my cock twitches when I hear a pained little squeak slip from her mouth.
“Repeat after me,” I tease. “I’ve been a naughty little brat, sir. I deserve everything you give me. I deserve to be spanked, and edged, and—”
“Well, I don’t think you deserveallof that.”
I slip a hand down to her ass, and find the spot of skin that used to carry a permanent bruise, but which is far too pale for my liking.
Apparently, though, it still carries the memory of that bruise.
“Okay, okay! It was a joke! I’ll be good! Please!”
“Please,sir.”
“Please… sir,” she grumbles.
