“You’ll open your mouth for that, but not to tell me what I told you to say?” Tate tugs on the cord of the wand, nudging the prongs out of the electrical socket. He trails the powerless device along my skin, and I moan. There’s no pain, but I’m so desperate for his touch that my senses are heightened all over me. He uses the wand to circle the handprint on my right ass cheek from his spanking. I lower my torso to the bed and tilt my hips, raising my ass higher for more of his touch.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say it if you want me to bury my cock into your tight, wet pussy and take you the way you like it. Or not. Your choice.”
I whimper a sound, but I don’t say what he wants to hear. I shouldn’t resist. But it’s what we do. As I lie there with the comforter rubbing my sensitive nipples through my bra, I know I’m extending the inevitable, making every second total agony. There’s also the chance that he’ll stop altogether if we run out of time. I just can’t say it yet.
His fingers slide along my lower back, drawing me away from my thoughts as they glide along my waistline. As they pass the hem at my stomach, he pulls me ass back. I feel his free, full, thick cock at my upper thigh. Tate lifts my tank top past my breasts, unhooks my bra, and cups each beast with rough hands that make my nipples harden to pebbles.
He grinds his cock into my ass cheeks, trailing the tip along my seam in a slow, teasing motion, showing me what I wish he was doing deep inside me. I’m losing my mind, whimpering and writhing on the bed beneath him. The words are on my lips. I just can’t form the sound to get them out.
Tate snatches a handful of my hair. “Tell me what I want to hear, or this goes away,” he taunts me, his hot breath tickling my neck. “Just. Two. Little. Words.”
My body bows and bucks beneath him, silently screaming out for an orgasm. He teases one nipple, twisting it as his cock dips between my inner thighs, testing my resolve without giving me what I want. The sharp sting of almost-but-not-really-there contact takes me close to the edge. Close, but not close enough.
“Please,” I whisper through the ache.
Tate jerks my head back slightly, still holding a thick handful of my hair in his fist. “That sounds like strike two.”
Dammit, I’m so close. One thrust of his cock into me will probably send me over the edge. Which the bastard knows already. Tate releases my hair and slaps my ass cheek again—harder than the last time. And again. And again. I’m beside myself and no longer know up from down. My need flares from the sweet, painful heat that has me gasping for air and so fucking close.
“Say it…” his coaxing makes me groan. Still, no words come out of my lips. “I can make it worse for you. Maybe I’ll play with your clit and watch you writhe for me until you’re an inch from coming, then I’ll leave you hanging and drive you to work.”
I want to tell him that will probably do the trick, sitting on the back of his bike with the vibrations thrumming through my core. I think better of it, and then stop thinking entirely when his hand slips from my breast and moves down, down, all the way to my swollen, slick clit. He runs hot, hard fingers up and down my folds, denying me of what I need.
“What do you have to tell me, Moll?”
“I’m yours,” I finally cry out desperately at the point where I’d say anything.
“What?”
“I’m yours,” I say more loudly, fighting for composure. “Please just fuck me now.”
“That’s better. That’s my girl. Fierce and stubborn rebellious.”
Grabbing my hips, he positions his cock at my folds and buries into me with the brutal, wicked force he knows that I love. I’m utterly lost in him. That bruising pace. The way he fills me almost to the point of stretching my core. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass. And the feel of him. God, that unmistakable feeling that no one else can give me. It’s total pleasure, wrapping around me, winding me up tighter, sending my desire to soaring heights.
“You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me. I should punish you more for making me wait this long.” Tate pulls almost all the way out of me, then thrusts into me so rough and deep that it takes me over. An orgasm shoots through my core before I can take my next breath. It wrings all the air out from my lungs and steals all the strength from my muscles. I whimper into the comforter as he continues to pump into me, extending my mindless state and sending the waves of pleasure through me with every thrust. The tip of his cock hits my g-spot with every dip of his hips. Another orgasm builds in my center, and I call his name as he tenses up and empties his hot release deep inside of me.