Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

She wanted vanilla sex. Fuck no, I wasn’t giving it to her. “I’m not making love to you.”

“You bet your ass you are.”

The backtalk fired me up. I wanted to crush my mouth against that pretty mouth of hers. I wanted to force her into submission but I also wanted her to fight back. “That was no included in the deal. Now shut up so we can fuck.” My cock throbbed and ached for release.

“Fine. Two buttons.”

“No.” There was no amount of buttons she could pay me. I didn’t do vanilla. Never have and never would.

“Five.”

“You don’t have enough buttons to make me do it.”

She dragged her nails to my chest and dug into the skin until I almost bled. Her voice lowered, sexy and powerful. Her eyes were locked to mine. “I’ve done things with you I never thought I could do. I’ve enjoyed things I never thought I would enjoy. I give you what you need. Now give me what I need.”

I held her gaze and felt my resolve slip away.

She pressed a soft kiss to my lips, coaxing me to cooperate. “Now.” She breathed into my mouth, her confidence making me slip away. Her words made me rethink everything. She hung from the ceiling from leather straps and let me whip her until she bled. She’d done everything I asked because she knew I needed it. She took a chance and kept an open mind. That was more than most women would do.

“Three.”

Her hands moved to my shoulders and she slowly dragged them down my back. She kissed the corner of my mouth and tightened her legs around my waist. “Three.”

The deal had been sealed and I upheld my end of the contract. I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her slowly, concentrating on what I was doing and nothing else. I closed off my heart and kept it at a steady beat. I enjoyed every kiss and every caress physically, never emotionally.

She responded to my affection immediately. Her nails dragged down my back but she didn’t cut the skin. Her touches turned gentle, inviting. She breathed into my mouth every time I kissed her, getting into it.

I positioned myself on top of her and my cock found her entrance like it had a mind of its own. With her legs still wrapped around my waist I pressed my tip to her soaked entrance.

My back coiled in longing when I felt the moisture. It felt so good against my cock. It was warm and slick, helping my large thickness slid right in. She was wetter than she’d ever been before. And that was something I didn’t think was possible.

I slowly sunk into her, stretching her apart with every inch. Her pussy was heaven and I could stay buried inside forever. My cock wanted to make a home here and never leave.

She hooked her ankles together and rested them in the center of my back, right against my spine. She was folded underneath me, her tits below me. Her hands trailed to my hips and she gripped them possessively. “Crow...” Her lips were parted and her face was red. She enjoyed it so much before we even began. “Oh god, Crow.” She grabbed my ass and pulled me the rest of the way inside her. “Your cock feels so good.”

I paused before I thrust inside her. Her words dragged across my skin and made me bleed everywhere. They turned me on more than I already was. I barely did anything and she was a crumpled mess beneath me. My breathing escalated and my dick was even more sensitive. I could feel every movement of her channel. I could feel the flood as more moisture greeted me from deep inside her womb.

I slowly pulled my cock out before I thrust into her, stretching again as my cock entered her tight pussy. My hips immediately wanted to move harder, fuck faster, but I kept my body under control. I made my thrusts slow and gentle.

And I already wanted to come.

It was harder to control myself than it usually was. All I had to do was command my body and it obeyed. But right now, normalcy went out the window. I couldn’t think straight when this beautiful woman enjoyed me so thoroughly. I was the one making her moan and beg for more. I was the king who conquered this queen. I was the man she traded bits of freedom for.

My cock throbbed.

“Crow.” It was the third time she said my name, and that broke her last record.

My hips slowly thrust into her, and my ass contracted every time I moved. I moved into her slowly, barely rocking the bed. My lips moved with hers and tasted the wine on her tongue. “You look so beautiful tonight.” The words left my lips all on their own. I didn’t have to force it. I gave her what she wanted without having to try. When I fell into the movement and concentrated on the connection of our bodies everything else fell into place.