Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

“Yeah. I like riding in your car. It’s nice.”

If she wanted to get into my pants, all she had to was compliment my ride. “Thanks. It looks a lot nicer when you’re in the passenger seat.”

She gave me a sexy grin. “How about the backseat?”

***

We entered her bedroom and I immediately came up behind her and unzipped her skintight dress. I pulled the zipper all the way down to her ass, showing the top of her black thong and those luscious cheeks. A deep growl came from my throat at the sight. My cock was already oozing with pre-cum. It was desperate to be inside that slick pussy.

I pulled the thin fabric all the way to her ankles and kneeled. I pushed her torso down, making her bend over at the foot of the bed. My fingers grabbed her thong and pulled it over while my tongue licked her tiny slit. She was wet like I anticipated and I enjoyed making her wetter.

She moaned for me, pressing her ass further into my mouth because she wanted more. She wanted my thick tongue to rub her sensitive clit. We’d been together enough times to understand exactly the other wanted. I knew her likes and dislikes at an innate level.

I stood then removed my trousers and boxers. I wanted to fuck her hard from behind, watch her ass shake with every thrust I made. My fingers quickly unbuttoned my shirt so I was buck named behind her.

She turned around and moved further up the bed, on her back and against the headboard.

I didn’t understand her movements but I didn’t question it. I crawled on top of her and kissed the valley between her breasts. I loved her tits just as much as her ass. Her rack was perfect.

Her hand moved between her parted knees and she rubbed her clitoris while she fisted my hair with the other hand. She moaned quietly for me, arching her back so she could fit my nipple in her mouth.

Fuck, she was sexy.

I twisted one nipple and sucked the other, listening to her wince and moan at the same time. Her fingers rubbed her nub harder and she moaned loudly for me, not caring if anyone in the mansion listened to the sexy cries she made just for me.

Staring at her all night made me desperate for her. I loved the dark and smokey look around her eyes. I loved the ruby color of her lips. She looked so beautiful by the candlelight. My dick wanted to be inside her more than anything else in the world.

My cock lay against her stomach, smearing the liquid against her bellybutton. He expelled plenty of lubrication but I never needed it. Her pussy was always soaked for me.

I pulled away and grabbed her hips. I shifted her weight and turned her over onto her stomach. I was going to pound her hard against the mattress, listening to her muffled cries against the pillows.

She turned back over. “What are you doing?”

I stared at her in the darkness, unsure if I missed something. “Fucking you.”

“I want it like this.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me on top of her.

“I don’t care how you want it.” We did things my way and she would have to deal with it. I made her come whether she was suspended from the ceiling or bent over a dresser. I didn’t do missionary because it was boring. It was too intimate for my taste. We only did it one time because I was easing her into our relationship. Last time we were face-to-face she cried for my pain. I didn’t want to feel the closeness, the syncing of our beating hearts.

“It’s my night.” She squeezed her thighs against my waist. “You do what I tell you. Now obey.”

My spine immediately shivered at the command. No woman ever dared to give me an instruction. She did it so effortlessly and with so much conviction it made my cock thicker. I was the dominant one, the man who needed control. But I was aroused by this woman with a backbone made of steel. She was my perfect match, my counterpart. I almost did as she asked. “You have it backwards, Button. I’m going to fuck you on your stomach so turn over.”

“No. I paid for tonight. You do what I want without question, just as I do for you.” The fire burned deep in her eyes, about to burn me from the heat.

My eyes narrowed in confusion. “You paid for dinner and a show. Sex was never included.”

“It’s implied.”

“No.”

“Yes.” She dug her nails into my arms, silently warning me. “I want it like this. I want it slow. I want you to kiss me like I’m the only woman in the world who matters to you. Now do it.”