He nods once. “Now wrap those lips around my cock.”
I smirk and drop to my knees. I drag my mouth down his shaft, coating him with red. But his hips jerk, pressing against my face, smearing the color everywhere.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You look like the day I moved in. That face... wrecked.” His head falls back, jaw tight, chest rising. “I wanted you then. Sofuckingbad.”
“You did?” I gasp, completely shocked. I was so ashamed that day of my failed make-up attempt.
But I don’t linger too longer in the revelation, and instead, flick my tongue over the tip, tasting him. Then I sit up, snap my garter strap, and let the latex bite into my thighs.
Hemoans.
Barely audible. But for him? A mistake. He cringes like he’s in pain.
I’m empowered by his moment of weakness... I think. So I say with my chin lifted, “I’ll stop if you don’t answer my questions this time. Why don’t you like fucking me gentle?”
Sweat beads on his brow.
“I don’t like how it makes me feel,” he mutters.
My brows knit, but I keep going. I shift my hips, sliding my slippery, tight latex panties to the side, then drag his tip between my swelling lips.
His breath hitches. He tries to thrust up, to enter, but I deny him.
“What do you mean, you don’t like gentle sex?” I bait seductively.
He swallows. “Fuck, Charlotte. Look. I just love you, okay?”
My heart stutters, but I stay focused. “So gentle makes you feel too much?”
He doesn’t answer. Just bucks his hips again, harder this time, trying to force his way in.
I let just the head slip past my entrance, and clench down. My arousal gushes out, slicking down and coating his cock in heat.
He moans, deep and primal.
“Piggy,” he grits out. “Stop. You don’t edgeme. That’s not how this works.”
“It is today,” I whisper.
“Let go of my cock.” His deep voice strains, desperation soaked in fury.
His thighs tremble beneath me as I sink a little deeper, then lift up again, denying him.
“Come on!” he growls.
Yep, he wants it.Needsit. And it’s driving him insane.
“Please,baby,” he chokes out, the words catching like broken glass in his throat. He stops himself, surely hating every second of this power shift. He purses his lips, trying to reel it back in. But the dam breaks.
“Don’t fuck with me like this,” he rasps. “God, let me in that pretty cunt of yours.”
His cockthrobsin my hand. I stare into his eyes as I lower myself a little. He nods, needy... even frantic, wanting more. “Come on, dumb Charlotte. Don’t be so stupid. Give me what I want. You know I’ll giveyouwhat you want.”
“What I want?” I ask, voice low. “Good. Say you like making love to me then. Gentle.”
His eyes squeeze shut.
“I like fucking you,” he snaps. “Any way I can. Slow or rough.”
