Annie Leonhart, who despite being 5’2, is an absolute bitch in bed.
She loves you to death, don’t get it wrong, but something about watching you writhe and shake under her body really just gets her going.
Annie currently has you pinned under her, one hand holding your arms high above your head, other hand kneading one of your breasts, pinching and twisting the hard nipple.
She’s had you like this for what felt like hours, hands touching and teasing every part of your body except for your dripping cunt, which is aching for her fingers to fill it up.
Hot tears dripped down the sides of your face and onto the mattress beneath you, mascara streaks all over your face. Annie grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet her fierce blue eyes.
“Please, Annie. It’s been so long.” Your voice cracks with every other word. You were so close and Annie hadn’t even paid your pussy any mind; one touch could easily send you over the edge.
Her grip on your wrists tightens, short nails leaving marks in your skin. “I told you to stop begging.” You flinch at her words, a high-pitched whine leaving your throat.
Annie was borderline salivating at the sight of you. Such a gorgeous girl reduced to a pathetic puddle of desperation- she almost felt bad.
Pulling her hand from your breast, Annie slowly moved it down to your eager cunt, touch light as a feather as the tips of her pointer and middle grazed over your clit. You gasped, hips jolting upwards.
“Stay still.” Annie barked, pressing her fingers down harder against your clit, internally savoring the sounds of your needy whimpers.
“Annie, baby, I’m so close…” your words come out more like broken sobs. Annie lands a sharp slap to your pussy as punishment, but you couldn’t complain. At least she was touching you.
Annie releases your wrists, both arms falling to a still on either side of her body. After a deep exhale, she removes herself from atop you and gets out of bed, walking towards the bedroom door.
“We can finish this later.” She huffs, head turned so you wouldn’t see the smirk on her face.
You draw your hands up to your face, another sob coming from your mouth. Annie was such a teasing pain in the ass, and she enjoyed leaving you high and dry.
But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dom bdsm Annie apologist over here, so take this crumb while I work on two other fics.
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