the power struggle of being too needy to ask for what you want is one of my favorite things because it’s like…he’s rubbing the head of his cock between your slick folds and he keeps catching himself on your hole but refusing to go in until you tell him what you want
a whimper isn’t enough. a whiny “please please please” isn’t enough. you have to tell him exactly what you want and exactly how you want it.
“fuck me,” you practically shout and he just chuckles and shakes his head.
“so vulgar. maybe asking nicely will get you what you want.”
slap, slap, slap. the rhythm of his heavy crown slapping against your sticky clit. the way your back arches off of the bed from the overwhelming sensation. another pass from your clit to your clenching cunt with no relief in sight.
“try again, love. ask nicely for what you want.”
you can’t hold out for much longer but you’re stubborn and lovesick and the knot in your core is so tight it feels like you’re going to unravel.
“need to feel you inside, pleasepleaseplease”
it’s hardly a sentence, more a pleasure babble dripping from your pretty lips, but he’s just pleased to see those manners you pride yourself on having when you’re less undone finding their way back to you.
