“I’m completely confused with the tenses you’ve just used.”
“Me too. Anyway, you should have told me. I could have made this a lot better for you.”
“How?”
“Simple, I could have at least distracted you with an orgasm.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He stroked her cheek, and then fanned her hair out onto the pillow.
“Can you still make it good for me?” she asked.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Give me complete and total submission to do what I want to you, every time we’re together, and I’ll make it good for you.”
“Pixie, it’s only going to be this one time.”
“Or any time the need takes us.”
She rolled her eyes. There was no way they were going to be going for a second time. This was a one-time deal. She didn’t need her friends thinking she was weak. None of them liked Pixie. She didn’t like him half the time. He was an arrogant ass.
“Deal.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled away from her but not out of her.
She stared up as he ran his gaze all over her body. His hands went to her breasts, cupping them.
“I really do love your big tits. So full, round, and begging to be fucked.” He pressed them together and gave a little moan. “My cock would fit perfectly here.” He ran his fingers through the valley of her tits before stroking her nipples. She arched up, gasping as pleasure rushed through her body, going straight to her clit. “I feel how much you like that. Your tits are sensitive.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Some women don’t have much in the way of sensation when it comes to their tits. I’d say it’s a good thing.”
“Don’t talk about other women!”
“Feeling a little jealous?”
“How would you feel if I talked about other men?”
“Babe, we both know you haven’t been with other men.”
“Doesn’t stop me from finding them attractive, and right now, any guy is looking better.”
He winced. “Oh, you sting me.”
She cried out as he pinched her nipple then leaned down, sucking the bud into his mouth. Gripping the bed sheet beneath her, she cried out, shocked by how instant the arousal was.
“You’ve got no idea how many tricks I’ve got up my sleeve. I can have you panting, and begging for it for days.”
“It sounds to me you’re all about the talk, Pixie. Why don’t you prove it?”
He sat back once again, and a second later she felt his thumb against her clit. “I’ll prove it, all right. First I want you to come all over my cock, and then I’ll fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”