My voice goes soft on the pet name, and I brush my thumb over her cheek gently. She leans into the touch, but her demeanor doesn’t soften a bit as she scoffs out a laugh.
“What makes you think I’m a virgin,baby?”
Her hand slips into my briefs and wraps around my cock before I can even snarl at her for the sass. My mind goes blank the second I feel her skin against mine.
Her hand is small and soft and so fucking warm, and she pumps me lazily as she shoves my briefs further down with her other hand. It’s impossibly good for a handjob, and the certainty she moves with now makes me question my thoughts. She’s definitely donethisbefore, and the thought of someone else seeing her like this makes me see red.
I’m so hard in her hand that it hurts, and I groan when she slides her thumb in a slow circle around the head of my cock. She collects the precum pooling there and uses it to slick her palm as she continues to stroke me.
It’s the soft gasp that falls from her lips when I grind into her hand that does me in.
Fuck the consequences. It’s too late for any of that.
I wrap my hand around her throat again and shove her back, hard enough to knock the breath out of her when she bounces against the mattress. Her hand slides free of my cock as she falls back, and I grunt at the sudden chill. I won’t be cold for long.
No, she wants me to fuck her, and she’s going to goddamn well get it.
“You don’t want to be good?” I ask as I lean over her, careful not to put too much pressure on her throat. “Fine. I’ll just have tomakeyou be good for me, won’t I?”
Her pulse skyrockets under my fingers, and I feel her neck shift like she wants to nod in agreement, even though she glares at me petulantly.
“Yeah, I’ll make you be good, sweet Magnolia,” I whisper, smiling down at her with a touch of cruelty.
She flinches in surprise when I shove her thighs further apart with my knee, but her hesitance melts away at the first brush of my fingers along the inside of her thigh. She’s smooth and warm to the touch, and I waste no time, not able to bear waiting any longer.
The first touch of my fingers to her pussy has both of us moaning.
She’s already so wet that I could probably slide right in, but I want her to fucking earn it. She’s been bratty enough all this time, it’s time for her to learn her place.
Her entire body writhes when I circle my thumb over her clit, and I laugh meanly. “That’s right, baby, show me how good it feels.”
I cut off her attempt at a response by slipping a finger inside of her. She chokes on her words, trailing off on a desperate moan as her hips hitch down onto my hand. I grin at the shakes that rattle her form, watching her breasts heave with each trembling breath.
It’s probably a little too soon for me to add another finger, but I do anyway, relishing in the whine it gets me.
“Oh, is it too much?” I ask, my voice dripping with cloying sarcasm. “Maybe if you weren’t a pushy littlebrat, I would take it easy on you.”
The snark builds in her eyes, and I crush my fingers down over her throat in warning. Her next moan comes out breathless,even though I’m not squeezing tight enough to restrict her breath. My fingers are carefully positioned over her carotid, just enough pressure to keep her lightheaded and floaty as I stretch her out over my fingers.
The next finger takes a little more work, and I lean down to spit over my fingers to add a little extra lubrication to my movements. She clenches around me so tightly that I think she’s going to cum, but it passes with a shocked noise and wide eyes meeting mine like she can’t believe I’d treat her so roughly.
Oh, if she thinks that’s mean, she’s got another fucking thing coming.
“You’re going to cum on my fingers, and you’re going to beg me to fuck you,” I tell her, no room for argument in my tone.
She nods like a good little doll, obedient and needy as I grind my fingers deeper into her. I grin when I finally find the spot that has her whole body tensing beneath me, wetness practically gushing around my fingers as I abuse that spot. She wails, thrashing in overwhelmed pleasure, but I don’t let up for a second. I want the first orgasm I pull from her to be more than she can handle, and then I want to make her takemore.
“Fuck, fuck,” she pants, digging her nails into my wrist, but not trying to push me off. “Bennett!”
I squeeze down just a little harder when her body starts to contract around my fingers, laughing quietly at the shocked sound of pure pleasure that tears from her throat. Her moans hike up in pitch when I keep my thumb against her clit even as she cums for me, forcing pleasure through her even as she tries to come down from her high. She shakes in my grasp, and I loosen the hold on her throat until my palm is just resting there so she can heave in gasping lungfuls of breath.
“Look at that,” I say with a fond laugh. “Youdoknow how to be good. You remember what to do next, baby?”
She dissolves into mindless pleas as I keep pressing against her clit. There’s no telling if she’s begging because I told her to or because it’s all she’s capable of anymore. Either way, I soak it up greedily.
“Holy shit, Bennett, please, Jesus!” She bucks her hips like she’s trying to get me to stop, but I don’t give her any reprieve. “Please,please, come on, fucking give it to me. You promised, I need it, fuckingplease.”
I pull my fingers out slowly, relishing in the whiny pleas and how tightly her pussy grips onto me. I’ll give her something better.
