Page 72 of Pretty Little Threats

“Are you going to apologize?” I sit, his cock nestling against my slit, and rock up his length, not at all ashamed of howIsoak his length. He hisses. I do it again, grinding down and cupping my breasts.

“How should I do that?” He’s being so amiable, but I’m so horny, I’m not going to question it.

I tweak my nipples and rock over him again, watching as his irises flare. “I think you know how.”

“Say it,” he demands.

“No.”

He growls.

I smirk and glide one hand down my soft stomach to my clit. Circling the sensitive nerves, I gasp and glide my pussy over his cock again as I press into the touch. “This would be better with you inside of me.”

The grip on my hip tightens and he grinds against me. “Say it, Rose.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to hear it.”

“You’re so bossy,” I tell him.

He chuckles, but it’s more devious than humorous. “If my wife wants me to fuck her, I want to hear her ask for it.”

Ah, yes. Dare and his power plays. It’s not enough for me to be wetter than I’ve ever been for any other man. He wants the bane of his existence to tell him just how much she needs him.

It’s only sex.

It’s not a big deal.

Dropping both my hands on either side of his head, caging him in for once, I lean over him, my breasts scraping over his chest. The position has the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. Humming, I lower my face toward his, bumping his nose with mine. “Fine. I want you to fuck?—”

Dare thrusts in hard, cutting off the rest of my sentence. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, holding my hips as he buries himself inside me.

A soft gasp tumbles from my lips, and I rock back to meet him, moaning through the stretch of his sudden and delicious intrusion. Dare is so big, this position is almost too much. His cock grinds into my G-spot, distracting me from the fullness.

One of Dare’s hands finds its way around my throat, the grip steady but gentle. He brushes his lips over mine, murmuring, “Ride me, Rose.”

Who am I to deny him?

Starting slow, I roll my hips back and forth, adjusting to his thickness. His tongue sweeps over the seam of my lips, and I open, letting him in, despite a little voice inside my head screaming that I shouldn’t. I should keep some wallsup, but as Dare’s tongue tangles with mine, demanding, coaxing, I ignore reason.

With my breasts smashed against his chest and his grip on my neck, fucking him is different than any other time I’ve had sex. The hand necklace is a reminder of how easily he could kill me, and also a reminder that he won’t. Not until he gets what he needs, and right now, he needs this as much as I do. Rolling my hips in a circle, the pads of his fingers flex at my throat as a pleased sound rumbles in his chest. My walls ripple around his length, flexing and squeezing. Dare’s teeth nip my bottom lip, and he devours the answering gasp like it’s his favorite thing.

Digging my fingers into his hair, I tug on his strands, delighting in Dare’s throaty moan. I break the kiss, moving my mouth to his ear. “That’s right, Dare. You like when I fuck you, don’t you?”

His palm cracks across my ass, and my hips surge up his length, cunt tightening in response to the sting.

I tug his hair again, earning another noise, and suddenly, I’m on my back. Dare slips out, but he slams into me again so fast, I don’t even get the chance to miss him. Hooking his arms under my legs, he tilts my hips and drives harder, deeper, but not faster. Though his movements are almost torturously slow, as he caresses the spot deep inside of me, my mouth parts and little sounds slip out.

Dare’s eyes rove over my face, then drop to where our bodies are joined, watching as he thrusts into me. I flex around him, and he grunts, his eyes flitting back to mine. There’s something gentle in his expression. Almost like he’s worried I’m going to break or like he’s trying to show me what it could be like under his thumb.

Dare grinds against my G-spot. Tingles shoot up my spine.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you?” He traces his thumb over my clit.

“Yesss,” I rasp, bucking into the touch.

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