She lets out another whimper when I pull away and reposition myself so I’m kneeling between her legs. Our gazes collide, fire and ice become one, clashing together. I bring two fingers to her entrance and press deep inside her channel, all the way to my knuckles. Warm and so fucking tight. I’m aching to get inside her. Every inch of my cock is primed to fucking claim her and make her mine in every way.
The idea of being the first man here, the only man here, lights up something primal in my chest. It makes me want to growl and grunt with satisfaction. She’s fucking mine, and this is proof even to her, even in the moments when she wants to deny me.
Slowly, I stroke her from the inside out, enjoying the way her eyes light up with every pump of my fingers. My queen likes her pleasure with a splash of pain, but tonight will be different. I pump into her a few more times for safe measure and stretch her tightness to prepare her for my girth. As much as I want to sink into her and fuck her straight through the mattress, I know I need to go slow to make certain she enjoys it. That we both do.
“Are you ready?” I shift forward and glide my cock through her wetness, circling her clit with the head before delving back down to prod gently at her opening. She doesn’t pull away, and instead arches her hips, trying to take me before I’m ready.
“I want you.” She frowns when I deny her.
It earns her a swat on her hip with my free hand. “Patience, stellina. I’ll give you what you want when I’m ready.”
Her frustrated huff makes me smile as I climb back up and brace the weight of my body on my forearms.
“Are you ready now?” she asks, her voice full of sweet venom.
I surprise her when I nip her lip before she even realizes it’s happening. “Greedy brat, big words from someone who still hasn’t told me she wants me to make her come.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I slide along her slickness once again, groaning into her neck, and she throws her head back, offering herself to me.
Gently, I nibble a line from her chin to her collarbone. “An asshole you want inside you more than you want anything else right now. Be nice, or I won’t let you have my cock.”
When she flexes her fingers around my biceps in frustration, I decide to show her some mercy. I lean my weight on one arm and reach between us to guide my cock to her entrance. Pressing between her thighs, the heat of her body engulfs me.
With my lips against her forehead, I thrust my hips forward, gently. A fucking feat, since all I can think about is slamming home and taking her hard.
The head of my cock slips inside her tight hole, and sheer bliss blankets every inch of my body. I grapple for control, and it takes every shred I have left to stop myself from thrusting all the way inside.
Celia’s whimper fills my ears, and that sound alone grounds me. Carefully, inch by inch, I feed my cock inside her. Every time her fingernails dig into my skin, I pause and let her grow used to the pressure, the stretch she’s surely experiencing. After what feels like an eternity and several tests of my control, I become fully seated inside her, our bodies nestled together completely.
“Are you okay?” I grit out. Determined not to fucking spill my load after two minutes inside her. She’s so fucking tight, and I’ve never felt such perfection in my life.
She nods, her jaw tight. “I’m fine, don’t stop.”
Not the endorsement I want, but I know with some movement, things will ease, and pleasure will replace the pain.
I tuck my hand between our bodies again and nudge her clit with my fingers. She sucks a heavy breath into her lungs, and I know that’s what she needs.
“There we go. Relax for me, let me do the work,” I whisper.
Miraculously, she listens to me and relaxes her hips into the bed. It changes the angle of things, and soon enough, she’s arching her hips up to meet mine with every steady thrust.
Her tight cunt is like a vice I want to get lost in.
“Remember what I said. You won’t come unless you tell me.”
Her eyes are squeezed closed, and her movements grow frantic. “I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You just wish you did,” I tell her, dragging my teeth down her neck. “Say it,” I order, and pray she does. I’m so close to coming, and despite my threats, I won’t enjoy leaving her suspended on the edge of her orgasm.
I’d do it to teach her the lesson, but I wouldn’t like it.