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I want to draw this out. Make her suffer in the sweetest possible way.
I reach the highest point on the inside of her thighs and nuzzle my nose against the burning skin. I lick, and suck, and devour, earning the quickening of her breathing without paying her pussy any fucking attention.
I ignore the temptation I want most. I pretend the glistening slit doesn’t exist as I nip and graze my teeth along her bare flesh.
Her legs squeeze tight. Her hips buck and twist, demanding more. But I slow in response. I make my kisses long, drawn-out gifts, switching back and forth from one side of her cunt to the other.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
I smirk, deliberately grazing her with my rough stubble. “You’re calling out to the wrong team, little fox. It’s the devil who brings pleasure.”
She whimpers and claws her fingers into the bed coverings. “Stop teasing me.”
“Not so fast. I need you to beg for what you want.”
“Excuse me?” She stiffens, every muscle pulling taut. “What did you say?”
“Beg,” I repeat.
She lifts onto one elbow, blinking away the lust-filled gaze to stare and stare and fucking stare some more. She’s weighing her pride against the pleasure she knows I can give. Measuring the worth of a mind-blowing orgasm against her ego.
“Beg. Me.” I enunciate the demand slowly, letting it sink right down into that antagonistic mind of hers.
She glares, her jaw ticking, her cheeks darkening.
My pulse increases while she makes me wait and wonder if she’ll deny us both. Is her pride so deeply ingrained she’s willing to stop this chemistry of madness? Fuck, I hope not.
Her lips part, her tongue snaking out to moisten the darkened flesh. “Please, Cole,” she grates. “Stop being a pussy tease and make me come.”
I snicker even though my dick is harder than stone and pulsing to the point of pain. “Not good enough. I want you to lose the death stare and beg me according to my worth. I won’t give you another chance.”
The ultimatum was an afterthought. An insane, fucking idiotic addition.
If she denies me, I can’t walk away. I’ve just given her the perfect opportunity to turn the tables. I’ve set myself up to lose. To her.
The slightest hint of panic raises the hair on the back of my neck. I’m teetering on failure. With the right response she’ll know exactly how much hold she has on me. But I won’t give up yet.
I swipe my tongue down her core, just once, just enough to get a delicious taste and make a growl rumble in my throat.
She jolts, her lashes flaring with the spike in pleasure.
I won’t be defeated.
I can’t be.
She shudders out a shaky breath. “Please, Cole. You’re killing me.” Her throat works over an awkward swallow. “I want you to make me come… I need you to.”
I gift her another teasing swipe. “More.”
Her back arches, her head falling to the mattress. “I’ve never felt this way… and I… I’ll never feel this way again. I know I won’t.”
“More,” I demand.
“Please, it won’t take much. I’m already close… And God, you feel so good… I hate it, and I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you make me feel so… Fucking… Good.” Her nails find my shoulders, piercing skin. “I’ve never wanted anything like this before.”
Victory suffuses me, pulsing through every vein, searing every nerve. She’s never wanted anyone like she wants me. Has never experienced pleasure the way I can give it to her.
Little fox, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
I cover her clit with my mouth and suck. I lap and flick and tease the bundle of nerves while she moans and grinds into me. And still, it’s not enough.
Her mindlessness needs to be bone-deep. Soul-shattering. I want to break her in the best possible way.
I devour her as I glide a hand between the bed and her ass, shimmying it in unison with her gyrations until my thumb finds her pussy. I slide back and forth along the bottom of her entrance, soaking the tip of my digit, making her squirm while my fingers nuzzle into her crack, applying pressure to her puckered hole.
I sink into her, her walls pulsing around my thumb.
She pants, her breaths heavy heaves of greed.
“Cole.” She fucks my hand, eagerly seeking release.
She’s ready. So fucking close.
I want to deny her. To drag this moment out forever, but fuck, my cock is killing me, the pre-cum sliding down my length in a silent cry for relief.
I pulse harder with my thumb, breech her ass with a lone finger, and clamp my lips around her clit.
She gasps. Jerks. Pulls taut.
Then that perfect pussy flutters, her orgasm spasming as her thighs nail me in place. She moans over and over, the sound a symphony to my ego. A fucking victory.
I don’t stop until she begins to loosen and those convulsions of her core slow to a long grind.
Then nothing.
She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
It’s as if her bad decisions have finally caught up with her and she thinks going mute will save the day.
No way in hell will I let that happen.
She’s going to own this mistake. Remember it. Dwell on the brilliance of succumbing to me.
I stand, wiping the heel of my palm over my mouth. “Now we can both agree my arrogance is justified.”
She collapses onto the bed, her eyes closed, her lips quirked in a delirious, infectious smile. She fucking beams with afterglow. But still, she doesn’t respond.
“Have I finally worked out the way to silence that snappy mouth of yours?”
She chuckles.
It’s beautiful.
The sound.
The sight.
Anissa, on any given day, is gorgeous. But happy Anissa—playful, orgasm-high, Anissa—is fucking mesmerizing.
She leans up on her good elbow, her stomach and tits still bouncing with mirth. “Nothing silences this mouth.”
I raise a brow. “Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
I shuck my boxer briefs, letting my cock spring free.
Her laughter ceases as she eyes me. I don’t anticipate my reaction.
Her hunger unravels me even though I know it’s not really her behind those curious eyes. The interest is driven by liquor, yet it’s equally hard to deny.
I climb onto the bed, over her, caging her body beneath mine. The stutter returns to her breathing. Her teeth reclaim her lower lip.
“Take off the bra.”
She complies, arching an arm behind her back and wincing as she pivots the other side of her body harder into the mattress.
“Your shoulder...” I grind my teeth, not wanting to care and not being able to stop at the same time. “It fucking hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Sometimes.” Her bra loosens and those supple tits fall free. “But you’re a good distraction.”
I want to drag my lips over the lightly bruised skin. Nuzzle the swelling. Soothe the ache.
Instead, I grab her hips and rise onto my knees, aligning her pussy with my cock. “I would’ve thought by now that I’d become more than that.”
“You’re many things, Cole. A distraction is just one of them.”
She piques my interest, all the while making my dick twitch.
“Tell me what else I am to you, little fox.” I tug her farther along my thighs, then hold her in place with one hand while I guide my cock to her entrance. “Tell me everything.”
She contemplates me, her breathing becoming ragged. “You’re the son of Satan.”
“Is that so?”
“And you’re cu