She tries.
Fails.
So I slap her thigh.
Hard enough to sting.
Her whole body jerks.
She fucking moans.
Oh, she likes that.
I chuckle, dark and low. “You like being handled, huh?”
She nods frantically, breathless.
I sink a finger inside her.
She gasps, clenches.
“More,” she pleads.
I give her two.
Twisting. Stroking. Fucking her open.
She bucks.
I curl my fingers, pressing right against that sweet spot inside her.
She screams.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, sucking her clit hard.
And she fucking breaks.
Shaking, crying out, grinding against my tongue.
I keep going, lapping up every last drop, even as she trembles through it.
She whimpers, shudders, trying to catch her breath.
But I’m not done.
Not even close.
I stand, shove her further up the bed.
She looks up at me, dazed, ruined.
I unbuckle my belt, watching her watch me.
She licks her lips.
Little tease.
“You ready for my cock, baby?” I murmur, stroking myself.
