Page 38 of Wicked Ends
I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit, and she arched her back even more, pressing her cunt onto me.
I chuckled and pulled away.
“You want to tell me to leave you alone again, Professor Moore? Shall I apologize and leave?”
She turned to look at me, her face twisted with desire, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright, even in the light of the moon falling through the blinds.
“Very funny, like you would,” she muttered.
I shrugged. “I would… just to hear you beg for me to come back.”
She glared at me for a second. “What do you want from me?” she demanded in a harsh whisper.
I leaned down and sank a finger inside her as deep as I could. Her cunt gripped me tightly. Perfection.
“Your confession, Ari. You want me just as much as I want you. Stop being a goddamn liar.”
I fucked her with that finger, slowly pumping it in and out, enough to keep her on the edge. I could feel her battling with herself. Her upright morals warring with her desire.
“You want me to stop?” I ground out, knowing that while it would hurt like hell to stop, I’d do it to punish her for lying to me, and herself.
I paused my finger-fucking and waited.
“No.” Her quiet whisper was like saving that last goal before the final buzzer.
I grinned, victory and possessiveness burning through me like wildfire.
“What was that? I didn’t catch it.”
“Don’t fucking stop,” she gritted out. The sound of her melodic sweet voice around the swear word was perfection.
“You sure?” I checked.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
“What? I didn’t hear you, beautiful,” I said by her ear.
She twisted to send me a dark, desperate look.
“I want you to fuck me—fuck me!”
I tutted and smoothed her hair back.
“Okay, Professor, I’ve got it… no need to beg,” I teased her, and when she opened her mouth to sass back, I surged inside.
“Protection?” she gasped out.
I shallowly thrust into her, going deeper and deeper each time.
“Fuck protection.” I rode in. “Nothing comes between us. You said you were covered.”
“Yeah, for pregnancy, not for anything else?—”
She gasped as I fucked her in a long, fluid motion, shunting in until my hips met her ass. I was big. It wasn’t an ego thing, just a fact, but Ari could take it. She didn’t complain that I was spearing her guts, or shift around to prevent me from getting deeper. In fact, she only widened her legs more, letting me sink in so far, I forgot where she ended and I began.
“Your cunt was made to take me, Ari, you know that, right? I’m going to fuck you so hard and long, I’ll mold it to my cock… so it doesn’t fit anyone else… so it’s mine and mine alone.”
She let out a breathy groan. I fucked her steadily. I pinched her ass, needing more from her, wanting her voice, her disagreement, her fucking surrender—just something.
