Clenching her walls around my pistoning hand, she cries out and shakes her head defiantly. “No. It’s your turn. I want to make you come.”
“I told you the next time I come, it’ll be inside you.”
“So come inside me.”
“Not until the wedding’s off.”
“I can’t wait till then,” she sighs, kissing my lips. “I’ll die if I don’t feel you, love. Do what you told me that night. Breed me.”
Her words stun me, sending all the blood rushing to my dick.
I grab her throat, holding her immobile. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, little girl.”
“I do,” she utters sweetly. Then tempts me like the siren she is. “I’m not on the pill.”
“That’s a very dangerous thing to tell me when there’s nothing between us and my cock is one thrust away from being inside your cunt.”
“Did you not mean it?” she taunts.
I narrow my eyes. “I meant it, and that’s why you should be scared.”
Caressing her name on my chest, she guts me alive. “I’m scared of Nathan tearing us apart and not knowing what you would’ve felt like inside me, even once.”
Listening to her, I realize I hadn’t completely chased away her fear last night.
More than my words, she needs me to show her I’m all in.
Shifting us away from the direct stream of water, I press her back against the wall and spread her legs until every inch of her pussy is on display. “Grab my cock.”
Roaming her hand down the row of my abs, her fingers circle the base of my shaft. Lifting her obedient eyes to mine, she waits for my next instruction like a good girl.
“Guide me between your wet slit and rub up and down,” I command, low and husky. “Fuck yourself with my cock without putting it inside until we both come.”
The first contact as she presses my length between her folds makes us both groan. My forehead drops to hers and I exhale roughly against her mouth.
We both look down and the filthy sight of her pussy wide open by the sheer size of my girth makes a growl rumble out of me.
“You feel so warm and hard, Kian,” she moans, stroking the crown all over her. “Is this how you’ll feel inside me?”
“It’ll be a hundred times better, baby.” I roll my hips when she rubs around her clit. “Slap your pussy with my dick. Right against your little clit.”
Color hits her cheek, and she hesitates.
“Do it.”
Lifting my erection, she brings it down lightly and gasps.
“Not like that, you little cocktease.” Batting her hand away, I replace it with mine and smack her drenched folds hard.
“Ahh!” She jerks.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Iris moans in pleasure, throwing her head back and locking her legs around my hips. Cupping her ass in one hand, I hold her up against the wall. Running the tip through her arousal and teasing the pink flesh, I drawl, “Does my little siren like getting her pussy spanked?”Smack.“I asked you a question, Iris.”
Sucking in a breath, she sobs, “Yeah. I like it.”
“Are you going to do it right this time?” I ask roughly, wrapping her hand around my shaft and dragging it through her arousal. “Show me.”
