“Yeah, you did. Instead of climbing on top of my face, you snuck off, let me fall asleep and then made me wait to get my taste of you.”
“Yes . . . but . . . that makes no sense since now you’re making me wait!” she cried.
“Ahh, but now it’s on my terms.”
Oh, he was too much. He loved to get his own way. And he was arrogant. And gorgeous. Sexy.
Plus, he thought she was beautiful.
Poor, delusional guy.
“Spread your legs, let me see that pretty pussy.”
And her face was now hot enough to fry eggs. But she found herself obeying him. Because maybe that meant he’d touch her pussy. Lick it.
Give her what she wanted. Needed.
He pushed her lower lips apart.
Yes, touch me.
“So pretty and pink. And wet. My poor baby, you really need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes! Please. Please let me come.”
He blew a breath over her clit, making her gasp and arch her hips. Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he stuck it under her hips before lying on his stomach between her legs.
“Just stay nice and still and you might get what you want.”
Might? Crap. He was being so mean. But she’d do whatever he wanted if it meant she got to come.
Using light flicks of his tongue, he licked at her clit. She whimpered, tossing her head from side to side. Then he slowly, torturously pushed a finger inside her.
“Please. Please,” she begged, clenching down around that single digit. She wanted him to move it. To press his tongue against her clit. To give her more.
“What is it? What do you want?” he asked as he ran one finger over her clit. The finger inside her remained still.
Ohhh.
Killing. Her.
Such a meanie.
“I want to come. Please make me come. Will you fuck me?”
“You want my cock inside you?”
“Yesss. God, yes.”
“I shouldn’t give you what you want.”
What? Yes, he should. He should always give her what she wanted. She liked being spoiled.
Whoa. Where did that thought come from? She’d never been spoiled in her life. She wasn’t Cat, who Alejandro spoiled rotten.
She didn’t need things. She’d grown up with nothing. Everything she had, she’d worked for. So no, she didn’t need stuff.
But perhaps what she did need was some affection. Someone to tell her nice things. To be sweet with her.