MaybeI’mthe masochist for keeping my cock in my pants.
But if I go all the way with her… I’ll never be able to find my way back.
“You’re coming, Lia,” I growl, suddenly realizing her pussy is spasming around my fingers. “I didn’t give you permission. Stop that.”
“I can’t… I can’t help it,” she moans, her voice ragged. “I can’t… I’m… I’m coming!”
I still my fingers in her pussy, and leave her ass just long enough to bring a punishing hand down on the cheek with the bruise on it.
“Fuck! Logan! Ow!”
She’s once more on tiptoes, but this time, it’s pure frustration that has tears bubbling up and sliding down her cheeks. “I was coming!”
“You have to ask for permission.”
“Fine! Whatever!” She actually stomps her foot. “Can I come, Logan?”
Smack.
My hand falls down hard on her ass again, and I answer, “No.”
“Ow! No? What the hell? Sorry, sorry!”
I just have to touch the bruise on her ass for her to change her tune. I can’t help the smirk that twists the corners of my mouth. I’m pretty sure I’ve traumatized her with that pinch. She’ll be getting on her knees for me at just a touch of that spot for the rest of her life. Even after the bruise is long gone.
Not that I’m planning on letting it fade.
She groans when I push my finger back into her bottom. But I don’t move the ones in her pussy until I feel her come down entirely from her near-orgasm.
Then I slowly start to drive into her again.
“Logan… Logan…” she whimpers, her toes curling into the carpet.
“Want to come, ghost girl?” I murmur, licking a stripe up her pale neck.
“Y-y-yes…”
She’s forgotten herself, sagging back against me, her body seeming to fall apart on my hands. Her nipples are stiff and she’s thrown back her head, loud moans spilling from her throat.
“Then tell me what a naughty little brat you are.”
“What? No!” She tenses, inching away from me, but I bring my thumb to her clit, slowly circling it, and she’s back to being like putty in my hands.
“Tell me you’re a naughty little brat,” I insist.
“Logan!”
“Say it, or you don’t get to come.”
She bites her lip obstinately, and I chuckle at how torturous it must be for her to stay silent. I speed up my pace, rubbing her clit more insistently, my fingers thrusting deep into her pussy and touching her G-spot every time, and my other hand punishing her asshole relentlessly. I could tell it hurt at first, but now, the pain seems to be making her even wetter, and soon, she’s tensing, nearing the wave of an orgasm once more.
Until I still my hand.
“Logan!” she whines.
“You know what you need to say.”
“Never!”
