Page 35 of Resilient Love

“I said…” I grind my molars, trying to overcome the pleasure building from his hands. “You’re not going to like my answer,” I say, purposefully taunting him. This little back-and-forth turnshim on nearly as much as it does me, and I have a feeling he enjoys it when I talk back to him.Masochistic fuck.

The more turned on he is, the more he tries to punish me for it, andI fucking love it.

CHAPTER THIRTY

SATURDAY, APRIL 26

The soundsthis little troublemaker releases when my fingers are inside her delicious cunt are the perfect distraction.Just like she’d promised.

The problem? I haven’t even had her sliding over my dick yet, and I think I might be addicted.

“You know as well as I do that you aren’t the one in charge here.” I tsk, gliding my thumb over her clit, revelling in the way she arches into me, her face twisting with suppressed appreciation.

“I’malwaysin charge, Rafael, whether or not—yes, oh fuck, yes!” She finishes on a scream.What a good little slut.

“Sorry, what was that?” I tilt my head, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t hear you over your screams, practically begging me to keep fucking this needy pussy,” I say, my cheek twitching with a smirk.

“The more you try to prove you’re in charge,” she says, panting, “the better you fuck me,” she admits, applying pressure to my shoulders as she pushes me down her body, sending my face to settle right over her dripping cunt.

Fucking hell.

Just like she wants, I dip my head down, sliding my tongue through her wetness, and a loud groan leaves my lips.God, she tastes incredible.Like everything she’s not pure sunshine.

Her tugging on my roots as her lithe body vibrates under my touch is going to have me coming in my shorts. I hate that she might be right… Maybe sheisthe one in charge here.

I remove my fingers, sucking them into my mouth, moaning around them until every last delicious drop is cleaned from them.

My mouth hovers over her again, and I nip and suck on her clit. Elise writhes against me, her eyes watering as she gasps, holding back her screams. “What is it,peligrosa? You need to come?”

She nods, biting her lower lip, her brows knitted together, her perfect, beautiful fucking face a picture of anguish. “I can see this is painful for you, so why don’t you go ahead and give us what we both want?”

She shakes her head violently. “Never,” she gasps, her voice catching on a hiccup as I pinch her clit roughly.

“Just ask nicely, and I’ll make you come,” I tell her, taunting, waiting for the moment I get to watch her break apart for me, begging for what she wants, finally giving in beyond her stubbornness.

I duck my head, working my lower jaw like I had that bloody papaya earlier, scraping my overgrown stubble over her pussy as my tongue swirls and ravages her. I can tell the moment she’s gone too far, her whole body tensing, and those delicious thighs start to shake.

“Beg for it, or I’ll stop,” I grunt, my mouth never leaving her.

“Fine!” she shouts, and a wide smile stretches my lips. “You’re in charge! Now please, let me fucking come,” she demands through gritted teeth.

A groan of approval rumbles through my chest as I finish her off, bringing my thumb up to her clit to apply the firm pressure I know she needs. I increase my movements and snake a hand up her abdomen, pressing her further against the chair, sliding my fingers under her hot-pink sports bra, finding her nipple and twisting hard.

“Oh, god!” she cries, shaking under me, her pussy becoming even wetter, soaking my face as I tongue fuck her back to hell where she came from.

As her mind comes crashing back to earth, I ravish her, cleaning up every last drop she has to give me. Shudders continue running through her, pleasure slowly subsiding. Her body still twitches with remnants of her orgasm, her head lolling to the side as she blinks rapidly before her gaze finds mine. “For a cocksucker, you eat pussy pretty well,” she rasps with a lazy, satiated smile.

I bark out a laugh, the sound surprising us both. “Sweetheart, I’ll show you who’s a cocksucker.” I stand, winding a hand through her dark ponytail, wrapping it around my fist and pulling her to stand in front of me.

I shove her to the ground, not allowing her time to catch herself on her way down. She lands with a smack against the hard linoleum floors. Elise glares up at me, her ice-blue eyes becoming stormy.

“Ow,” she says very dramatically as she enunciates the word but curls her fingers around the waistband of my gym shorts, tugging on them.

“We should’ve spoken about this before we got started,” I say, my voice hoarse, “but I don’t ‘sleep with’ or ‘make love to’ anyone anyway,” I explain, making air quotes around the two vile ways in which my partners have spoken to me about what we do in the bedroom.

She scoffs, her brows pinching. “Of course we aren’t. It’s disturbing that you think you’d have to say that. We’re fucking, simple as that,” she says, unknowingly setting my mind at ease.

“Excellent, then we’re on the same page.”

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