“You want me, Kat?” he whispers into my ear, pulling my backside into him and reaching around to grope my breasts. “Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about that fucking application.”
“Please,” I gasp.
Without warning, he slaps my ass and I yelp with surprise. “You know why I just did that?”
“Because I’m a fucking terrorist.”
“That’s right, baby.” He growls with pleasure.
His fingers move to my crotch and massage my clit rhythmically as he glowers over me from behind.
I moan loudly. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, say it again.”
“Fuck me.”
“Beg me for it,” he growls, grinding his dick into my back and working my clit with fervor.
Oh, yeah, I’m liking this. He’s good at this. “Please,” I breathe.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.” Oh my God, he’s working my clit better than any battery-operated-boyfriend ever could.
“Admit you’ve touched yourself just like this, dreaming about sucking my hard cock.”
How’d he know that? “Yes,” I breathe. “Every fucking day.”
“Now beg me to fuck you one more time. And maybe I will.”
Oh good lord. I’m so turned on, I’m gonna come before he’s even entered me.
“Fuck me,” I say between teeth gritted. This is too much. I’m going fucking insane with anticipation. “Pleasefuck me, Josh.Please.” I’m shuddering, trembling, dripping with arousal. My head is spinning. My clit’s on fire. I can’t wait another minute.
“You’re gonna come for me first,” he growls, his fingers working me into a frenzy.
At his words, my skin begins prickling like I’ve got a sudden chill. “Oh, shit,” I say. “Yes. I’m about to come. Oh fuck. It’s gonna be a big one.” I grip the table. “Oh, Jesus.”
He puts his lips right against my ear, his fingers still working me. “That’s right,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “Beg me.”
“Fuck me now,” I gasp. “Please.”
He slaps my ass again and I yelp with excitement.
“My little terrorist,” he says, his voice low and taut. “I’m torturing you because you’ve been so, so bad.”
I’ve never been treated this way. Men usually act like I’m their pretty, precious trophy—a prize to be won and worshipped. Nate certainly never spoke to me this way, not even once, and Garrett never said a frickin’ word during sex beyond growling like a bear. Sure, occasional guys have talked dirty to me during sex, but this... this thing Josh is doing to me... this is a whole new level—and it’s turning me on like crazy.
“Please,” I whimper, sweat beading on my brow.
“Bad girl.” He slaps my ass again and, immediately, a massive orgasm slams into me, wrenching my insides like a towel being wrung out to dry.
He growls with pleasure. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking hot, baby.”
He sticks his fingers deep inside me again, making me cry out at the sensation, and the next thing I know, his hard cock is finally, mercifully sliding deep inside me, deep, deep, deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then some.
Josh makes a sound of pure pleasure and that’s enough to push me over the edge.
