Bridgett sighed and looked away for a moment. Her lips mashed together, and her chest rose with a deep, frustrated breath.
“It’s only fucking,” I reminded her again. If she kept this up, I was going to have to replace her. Actually, I was already quite sure that was the right thing to do, but something was keeping me from just heading to another street corner for another convenient ass.
“It would only be fucking if you ever fucked me,” Bridgett countered. “You don’t fuck me. You just want to fool around and then fall asleep.”
I raised an eyebrow at her but had to consider her words. I hadn’t fucked her – not really. Blow jobs, titty fucking, hand jobs in the car – all of that, but I hadn’t actually fucked her.
I pulled her down against my cock again and tilted my hips at the same time to push up against her core. She gasped a little, and her tongue reached out to wet her bottom lip.
“I want your ass,” I told her. “You don’t like it in the ass.”
“Why do you say that?”
I rolled my eyes. The sheer amount of evidence I had collected on that subject would have taken a good ten minutes to divulge.
“Are you saying you do like it in the ass?” I asked, challenging her.
Her eyes stayed on mine for a moment.
“It would be okay with you,” she finally said.
There were other words on the tip of her tongue – words about what other men had done to her – but she was smart enough not to say anything about them. When I was paying for her, I didn’t want her talking about other johns she was fucking.
“I don’t need this,” I informed her. “You’re here to help me relax and sleep, not to give me a line of bullshit. If I wanted that, I’d get a real girlfriend.”
She tensed a little.
“Don’t do that,” she said quietly.
My fingers grabbed a hold of her chin, and I forced her to look at me.
“Do I need to find someone else?” I asked her.
“Why are you saying that?”
“Because you’re trying to take this someplace it’s not going,” I said. “You are trying to make this shit something it’s never going to be. I told you this was about fucking from the beginning, and you’re still trying to make it something else.”
“You don’t fuck me,” she said again.
“You want to get fucked?”
“At least it would be about fucking then!” she snapped back.
For a long moment we just stared at each other. Her fingers flexed and gripped my shoulders, and my hardened cock pressed tightly between her legs.
I felt challenged, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the feeling or not.
“Get in there,” I finally said coldly.
Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her eyes dropped from my gaze to my mouth and then back again. She glanced over at the bedroom door like she didn’t already know what was behind it.
I grabbed her chin again and turned her towards me.
“You want me to fuck you in the ass or not?”
Her head nodded slightly.
“Then get in that bedroom, get your clothes off, and get on your hands and knees.”