I rocked my hips. Slow. Deep. Just enough to make her gasp.
"You can pretend all you want. Keep lying. But your body’s honest, Grace. This pussy’s been waiting for me."
Her nails dragged across my arm. I didn’t know if she meant to claw or cling. Didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop touching me.
Then she did it—spat right in my face. Hot and furious. Her eyes blazing.
I paused, stunned for only a second. Then I dragged two fingers through the spit, slow, and licked it off with a groan that shook through both of us.
"Fuck, that’s what I want," I said, voice low and reverent. "Spit on me. Hate me. Give me that fire while I ruin you."
I slammed into her harder, hips snapping against hers. Her gasp broke in the back of her throat.
"Say it," I growled. "Say you hate it. Say you hate me while I’m fucking the truth out of you."
She tried. She really did. But all she gave me was a moan. Choked and helpless and beautiful.
I pulled out halfway, then thrust in again, brutal and deep. The sound her body made was obscene. Wet. Hungry. Addictive.
"You fucking tremble when I move. You tighten like you don’t want to let go. You think I don’t know what that means?"
I fucked her with slow, relentless force, savoring every twitch, every cry.
"You can scream at me later. But right now, you’re mine. You belong to me."
I licked a line up her neck, nipped her jaw, dragged my teeth across her skin. She shivered like a live wire.
"I’m going to fuck every protest out of your pretty mouth. Make you sob for it. Make you drip down your thighs because you can’t take how good it feels."
She clenched her jaw, but her hips moved anyway. Grinding into me. Begging.
I groaned, lost in it.
I reached between us and found her clit, rubbed it slow, mean, precise. She gasped. Bit her lip hard. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"That’s it. Let me see it. Let me see the exact moment you lose every last bit of control."
Her body jerked. Her pussy clamped around me so hard I saw stars.
"No," I snarled, stilling inside her. "You don’t get to come yet. Not until you say it. Not until you beg."
She whimpered, back arching, trying to grind up into me, but I held her hips down with one hand.
"You feel that? Just the tip. That’s all you get until I hear the words."
"Please—"
"Not enough. Tell me exactly what you want."
I drew back almost all the way, letting just the head of my cock press at her entrance, teasing her with the promise she refused to say. Her nails raked down my arms, teeth gritted, a snarl and a sob fighting in her throat.
"Fuck you," she spat. "I’m not giving you that."
I grinned, dark and slow. God, she was gorgeous like this—fighting and desperate, still clinging to the last scrap of pride.
"Say it, or I pull out. Say it, or you stay on the edge. I could keep you here all fucking night, baby. Dripping. Throbbing. Empty."
She writhed beneath me, trying to buck her hips, but I didn’t move. My cock hovered right there, barely in her, thick and hot and pulsing. Her eyes burned with rage. Her thighs trembled with need.
