He scoffs, leaning down until his lips are inches from yours. His hands force your knees apart, slapping them open. He pins them down with his weight, settling between your legs. He unbuckles his belt fully now, the leather creaking. "Brat. You pushed and pushed…”
He cuts you off with a sharp slap to your inner thigh. He unzips his pants, freeing himself. He grabs his dick and presses it against your panty clad pussy. He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
“I obviously wasn’t gonna do anything with that guy!“ You begin to backtrack, noticing how worked up you got him after he found you at the bar with some guy, dressed in skimpy clothes.
He snorts, his cock pressing insistently against your panties. He grinds against you over the panties. His eyes lock on yours, dark and unforgiving. “Oh, you weren't gonna do anything?" His thumb finds your clit through the lace, pressing hard. “But you liked every fucking second of making me jealous… you did that on purpose… little minx.”
“You’re jealous?” You smile, glad your plan has worked— glad he admitted it.
He pulls your panties aside with his free hand, positioning himself at your entrance. He doesn't push in, just teases you with the head of his cock. “You're damn right I'm jealous. I'm fucking furious."
He pushes inside all the way—no warning, no gentleness. He bottoms out in one stroke, stretching you around him. His jaw clenches, eyes rolling back for a second before they snap back to you with renewed fire. "You wanted to get under my skin, huh?" He doesn't move, just stays buried deep, letting you feel every inch of him. "Congratulations."
A mewl of his name escapes your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.
He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing gently. His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he starts to move with deep, punishing thrusts. Each snap of his hips is a statement—a reprimand for your behavior. "You fucking love this, don't you?" He slams into you particularly hard, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. “Getting me all worked up?" His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing roughly. "Fucking brat."
"Please what?" He laughs, knowing exactly what you need but refusing to give it to you easily. "Want me to make you come?" He shifts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "Or please forgive your little stunt?"
His hand squeezes your throat, holding you in place while his hips keep their relentless rhythm. He watches your face—the way your lips fall open, your eyes flutter shut, your back bows off. “There she is." He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he speeds up. He bites your shoulder, his teeth leaving a dent.
“Fuck— please please please”
His eyes snap to yours, loving the sound of you begging for him. He spreads your legs wider, lifting them up so he can get even deeper. His lips pull into a shit eating grin, his tongue wetting them as he watches you. Your dazed eyes just barely manage to focus on his face. “You want to come, baby?"
“So bad” You almost whine, it’s pathetic and needy.
He laughs darkly against your neck, the sound vibrating through your skin. "Then beg properly." He slows his thrusts, making them deeper, more deliberate, dragging out each stroke until you're whimpering with need. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how sorry you are.” He rubs your clit in slow circles, teasing you mercilessly.
You manage to glare at him, eyebrows furrowing. “Im not sorry” You retort.
He smirks, enjoying your little attitude. He pulls out completely, leaving you empty and needy. Before you can protest, he's flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you're on your knees. He slaps your ass hard, making you jump. “Not sorry? Keep that attitude up. See if I let you come." He grips your hips and slams back inside you, making you cry out. This angle hits even deeper, and you feel your body tingle. He leans over your back, his chest pressing against your spine.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. His other hand reaches around, fingers finding your clit again. He starts rubbing fast circles while thrusting into you roughly. Your thighs tremble, and he feels it. "There it is." He groans against your ear, feeling your walls start to flutter around him, then he stops.
“What the hell!” You twist your neck to look at him over your shoulder.
He smirks, watching your reaction—the frustration, the desperation. He's teasing you mercilessly now. His cock throbs inside you, but he doesn't move, just stays perfectly still while his fingers still torture your clit. "What?" His voice is mocking, entirely too smug. "You were so confident earlier."
He chuckles darkly, finally moving his fingers again. He rubs your clit fast and hard, bringing you right to the edge before he stops again. His hips stay perfectly still inside you. "I could keep doing this all night, baby." His free hand slides up your back possessively. “All you gotta do is say sorry”
He laughs, a full, genuine laugh against your neck. His fingers move again, rubbing your clit in slow circles. His hips start moving again too, but only shallow thrusts. He's teasing you, dragging it out. “Say you're sorry." His voice drops to a low whisper.
He sees your silence, your pout. He knows you're not going to apologize. He smirks and pulls back his hips completely. He watches your face, your body language. He knows you're not going to give in easily. He slaps your ass again, making you jump. “Come on, baby, stop being stubborn. Apologize so i can see my pretty girl come all over my cock.”
His words make your stomach and heart flutter alike, a whiny sound leaving your lips. “Jus’… please let me come… I’m sorry”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He smiles, leaning over to kiss your cheek. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. His thumb presses against your clit with perfect pressure, rubbing in fast circles. He can feel your walls fluttering around him, tightening. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you come.”
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