“If I touch you right now I’ll bet you’ll be wet.”
“You won’t get the chance to find out,” I snap.
“You trying to keep me from touching what’s mine?”
There’s an edge to his voice I know well. I bite my lip to keep from provoking him.
“Silence isn’t going to help you, little girl.”
I turn away.
Grasping my chin, he forces me to look at him. “You want me to remind you who you belong to?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
He trails the back of his knuckles down my face. “No? Funny you’re so silent now, but you were giving me hell before. You’ve been a bad girl, and you need to be punished.” He runs the tips of his fingers over the top of my panties visible through the still open top of my jeans.
I shiver.
A shit eating grin appears on his face.
My breath catches in my chest as I wait for his next move.
He continues to move the tips of his strong fingers back and forth for a few minutes until he slips his fingers inside my panties and caresses my slit. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” He circles my clit.
A whimper slips from my lips.
“Now tell me you don’t belong to me.”
“I-I don’t.”
Echo thrusts a finger inside my slick sheath.
I cry out.
“What’s that?” he asks, moving his finger faster. “I didn’t quite catch it.” He adds another finger.
Now, I am lost. Moving my hips in time with his movements, I match the rhythm. He crooks his fingers and my pussy quivers.
“Still waiting to hear it,” he rasps.
“N-no,” I manage to moan.
He pounds my pussy, and I’m a whimpering pile of need, perched on the edge.
He pauses with two fingers as deep as they’ll go.
“No,” I cry out.
“Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“You.” The words were out of my mouth before I could deny.
He pulls his fingers back and slams home.
Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I come—hard. I feel shame, but I’m fully sated.
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