I don’t like taking turns.
He was putty in my hands, I could bend him to my every need and want.
I wanted to watch as I tortured him.
To deny him of his release, while making it harder for him not to combust around me.
I feel powerful—drunk on tequila, desire, and pride. I’m sure our audience members will get a kick out of the almighty Prince of Lingerie, begging me.
Underneath him and panting, I fight against his hold, wanting to be on top again.
But his large chest, strong muscles, and thick cock paralyzes me.
He thrust his hips against me, and his cock hits my throbbing clit. I bite my lips, trying to cover my moan, but I have to close my eyes.
The sudden rush of pleasure overwhelms, and I can’t find the willpower in me to hide it.
He kisses my neck, nipping at the raw skin.
“Why don’t you let me show you how it’s done?” he whispers into a sensitive spot behind my ear.
Seriously? Now I know he’s peacocking for the camera.
But I won’t let him win, at least not without putting in one damn good fight—like always.
I wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands in his hair, and I simultaneously dig my heels into his ass, hard, and tug his hair.
He winces in pain and looks at me, anger flashing through his eyes. But he recovers quickly, and stares at me greedily.
Fuck, he’s hungry.
“So, that’s how you want to play this game?”
“I never give in without a fight.” I wink.
His eyes twinkle with excitement, and he smirks.
Suddenly, he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up.
“Bring it on, angel.”
Taking my shoes off, he carries me to the dresser.
“Is the bed not good enough for you?” I tease him, with my best arrogant expression.
“I like you more…exposed.” He kisses me roughly, effectively shutting me up.
Moving down my neck and licking a path to my breasts, he unwraps my legs and pushes them apart.
My hands run through his hair and my head falls back.
He feels so fucking good.
I see in my peripheral, a blinking red dot—this will look fucking great on camera.
I smile smugly, but Tanner pulls me back quickly, biting hard on my nipple.
“I promise, I’ll bite harder.” He insists with a mouthful.