Her thighs began to tremble, and I could tell she was close. Pride surged in my chest that I was seconds away from shattering every perception she had about enjoying sex.
And that was the exact moment I decided to pull away.
“Nooooo,” she whined.
Greedily, I licked my lips, savoring every trace of her arousal left behind on my face.
Rising to my feet, I groaned when my rock-hard dick brushed against the soft skin of her stomach.
Her breathy pants had me remembering my mission, and I taunted. “What’s the matter, baby? Thought you couldn’t come.”
The green in her hazel eyes brightened in lust, and she shoved at my chest. I let her go, allowing her to step past me and toward the bedroom. Over her shoulder, she shot back, “And I still haven’t. Just as I suspected, you’re all talk.”
A growl vibrated through my chest, and I lunged for her. She squealed, trying to run from me, but she was no match for my reflexes, honed from years of practice.
Hooking my arm around her waist, I grunted at the force of the impact when I pulled her back against my front. My free hand came to rest across her chest, holding her to me as I slid its partner lower to tease my fingers through her slit.
Gemma melted in my arms, hips shifting, searching for contact as my barely-there touch ghosted over her clit.
“Say please,” I commanded in her ear, my voice low and rough.
Fingernails dug into my forearm, trying to hold me in place so she could rub against my hand between her thighs.
A whimper sounded when she couldn’t get the friction she craved.
“Ask me nicely for what you want.” I nipped her earlobe.
“You’re an asshole,” she gritted out.
“Aw, baby,” I cooed. “Change your mind about me being a nice guy already?”
She craned her neck. I loved the fire in her eyes as she spat, “You gave a real moving speech outside about coming last, but now you’re toying with me. I’m not your plaything, Sasha.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” With that, I shifted my hand, bypassing her clit and sinking two fingers deep inside her.
Her surprised gasp quickly turned into a moan as I slid them in and out, working her body over like it was mine to command. Which, technically, it was. No other man would lay hands on her body, and I would take it as my personal mission to make sure she was never left unsatisfied ever again.
The heel of my palm ground against her needy clit while her ass rubbed torturously against my cock as she writhed in my arms.
With my free hand, I cupped her breast, weighing the fullness as I kneaded it, thumb brushing over her distended nipple.
“Oh, God. Right there.”
With an evil smirk on my face, I slid my fingers from her warmth, kissing the nape of her neck before stepping back.
On shaky legs, Gemma spun around, fury blazing in those hazel depths as she watched me slip my fingers—slick with her arousal—into my mouth and sucking them clean.
Smacking my lips, I declared, “Delicious.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she practically screamed.
Oooh. I got a small thrill at seeing her lose her temper.
That’s it, baby. Let those claws come out. Scratch me to hell.
“Problem?” I teased, the smirk on my face sure to piss her off further.
Huffing, Gemma placed both hands on her bare hips. “You know damn well there is. Unless you want to get dressedand leave, you better stop fooling around and finish what you started.”
