Page 47 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“It’s cute that you think I’d let you escape.”
I moan in frustration bucking against his hold.
“Because if for any second you thought Thursday night was it. That I got you out of my system, you’d be very much mistaken.”
“I hate you,” I seethe, making him laugh harder because he knows that while my head might believe my words. My body doesn’t.
My heart is pounding, my chest is heaving, and I can already feel my desire dripping down my thighs.
It’s mortifying because at any moment, he’s going to find out just how badly my body craves him.
It’s wrong. Oh so freaking wrong.
So why does it feel so right?
I cry out once more and he brings his palm down on my ass, the force of the hit only pressing me harder against the glass.
“I bet you look beautiful from down there. All wanton, just waiting for me to touch you.”
His fingers grip my hips so hard I have no doubt he’ll leave marks as he pulls my lower body from the windows.
I cry out when he spanks me again.
“So pretty,” he muses, rubbing the burn with his palm. “Are you wet for me, Red?”
I shake my head, not willing to submit to him despite the fact we both know I’m lying.
“Huh, that’s funny, because I can smell it, baby. I can smell just how badly you need me. So fucking sweet it makes my mouth water.”
He moves behind me and when I glance back, I find he’s on his knees, my ass right in his face.
My hips roll, my body desperate to feel something, to have the need that’s coiled tight within me snapping into a million pieces.
He can do that. I know he can. And I know he knows that I want it.
Is this all part of his game? Torture me with his barbed words, his brutal touch and leave me waiting. Begging.
No. I won’t beg. And not just because I can’t right now.
With one hand squeezing my ass cheek he runs a finger over my puckered hole.
“I should take this too. Take all your firsts and ruin you for anyone else.”
My breath catches in my throat at his wicked words as my pussy clamps down on nothing as another wave of desire washes through me.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want him to take everything from me.
Do I?
He begins circling around the sensitive skin, it’s an alien sensation but one that makes the need within me grow.
“I bet you’d be so tight you’d damn near strangle my cock,” he mutters and I begin to wonder if he’s actually talking to himself more than me.
Then suddenly, his finger is gone and I try to cry out when something much gentler presses against me.
A moan rips from my throat, muffled by my panties as he licks at me.
