Page 12 of Personal Foul
“Let me hear you.”
Silence.
“Please,” I try.
“No,” she says defiantly, and it’s the last straw.
I pull out of her and flip her over with a gentle force that surprises but doesn’t hurt her, pulling the blindfold off in the process. She stares up at me, mouth slightly open in shock.
“What the hell?”
“Do you wanna fuck or do you wanna fight? Because at a certain point it’s one or the other, and I need to know what we’re doing here tonight.”
Something flashes across her face followed by another little look of defiance, but she finally mutters, “Fucking.”
“Good.” I smile at her. “And is my cock somehow underwhelming to you?”
“No.” Her eyes drift down my body.
“Then let me know when you like something.”
“Your ego—” she starts.
“This isn’t about my ego, Princess.” I kiss the edge of her jaw, and my hand slides down the side of her breast. I can’t help touching her. Her body is so fucking gorgeous and soft. I run my thumb over one of her nipples again and her lashes lower. “This is about you letting me know when it’s good for you, so I can make it better.”
Her eyes raise to mine abruptly, like that’s not a thing she expected to come out of my mouth.
“That’s what I need tonight. The only thing I want. Is you coming hard, okay?”
She nods, her eyes looking heavy and her tongue darting out over her lips. Her brow furrows a little like she’s still unsure.
“Do you want me again?”
She nods.
“Then tell me how.”
“Against the wall. Hard.”
“You like it rough?” I grin a little at her.
“I like the idea of you rough.” She gives me an answering little smirk and fuck it hits me in the chest. The way she saysyou. The way her eyes light.This fucking girl. Fuck.
“See; that so fucking hard?” I kiss her lower lip for a second before I haul her up to her feet with me.
“Yes. A little part of me dies inside every time.”
I shake my head, laughing a little as I walk her back against the wall.
“Then we better make the way you come worth the sacrifice,” I mumble as I pull her up into my arms and she wraps her legs around me.
She’s still wet for me, maybe even more so now and I slide inside her, still slow because she’s so fucking tight I’m afraid I might hurt her.
“Fuck, you fill me so well,” she sighs against my shoulder, her arms tightening around me.
And the words go straight to my fucking gut, twisting, making me harder, making me want.
“I’m pretty sure you’re just that fucking tight,” I mutter against her neck as I start to kiss her and rock into her.
