“Oh, God,” she moans as I pull out again, only to thrust back in.
“Oh, I’ll be your fucking god tonight,” I groan.
Her pussy is tight and soaking wet and fits perfectly around my length. And every time I thrust in, her legs widen for me as if she’s inviting me to push in farther. She loves this. I can tell from the sheer look of ecstasy on her face.
“You fucking love my cock,” I groan. “Even when you say you hate me, you need it like a desperate little girl.”
When she attempts to lean up and slap me, I grab her wrists and pin them to the table, fucking her hard. “Bad girl. It’s about time you learned to surrender.”
I grab her wet shirt and use it to tie her hands together above her head.
Then I rise and splay her with my hand, watching her plump tits bounce with each thrust inside. Every inch of her body is on display, and I still can’t get enough of her. I want to drown myself in her. Take her over. Claim every inch of her fucking soul.
That’s how much I need this woman lying beneath me, taking my dick like such a very good bad girl.
God, if she’d been like this back in the day, I would’ve taken her a long time ago.
“You should’ve told me you were this needy and desperate for a cock, Jas,” I growl, thrusting in and out with fervor. “I would’ve given it to you in a fucking heartbeat.”
When she parts her lips, I press a finger onto her mouth before she spills more lies.
“No more fucking lies, Jas. I need you to be a good girl now,” I say as my finger slides down her lips, down her sweaty body, slipping down into her wet crevice until I reach her aching little clit. The second I touch her, it’s as if fireworks go off inside her as she squirms beneath me, wriggling with lust.
“That’s it, Jas, give me all you have to give,” I say. “I want it all.”
She writhes from my touch, unable to look away. But her legs are still tightening around me with every thrust, and her eyes are still filled with uncertainty, even if she loves it. She still can’t fucking let go.
SLAP!
She squeals as I hit her thigh. “Beg.”
“No,” she growls.
“Do it,” I say, still circling her clit until it’s swollen and about to burst.
“Never,” she hisses.
So I take my thumb off her clit and pull out of her, just to watch her unravel.
I’m still hard as lumber, but I step back and wait.
She leans up, pushing herself up on the table by sheer force of will even though her hands are still tied. “What are you doing?”
I tilt my head. “Showing you how bad you want it.”
I step farther away until she can no longer reach me and start rubbing my dick, just as before. Her eyes watch my every move, her tongue dipping out to lick her lips.
“How did it feel when I fucked your aching pussy?” I ask. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did what you asked me to do,” she quips. “You wanted me to do everything you s—”
“Bullshit,” I interrupt. “You wanted me to fuck you. You’ve wanted me since you came here. “You can deny it all you want, but it doesn’t change the truth.”
“I didn—”
“In the bed, you rubbed your pussy against my cock and made me come,” I say.
Her pupils dilate. “I thought you were—”