When her body pressed against his, when he was as deep as possible, he stilled.
She leaned forward, her forehead to his, her sweet breath spilling across his lips. She pressed on his shoulders, going to rise, to get the friction she no doubt wanted.
Instead, Connor wrapped his hands on her hips, keeping her still.
She let out a little huff before pulling back, lust clouding her expression.
“I said you wouldn’t get what you wanted unless you told me the reasons that we like you. You tell me, you talk, you get whatever you want, darlin’. The second you stop, though, you stop getting what you want.”
She squeezed her cunt around him, the pressure enough to draw a deep groan from him. A mischievous light in her eyes said it was on purpose.
“Dirty trick,” he all but growled, voice even rougher than usual. “But I can hold out a lot longer than you can. Think of how good it will feel, getting to ride me, getting to use me just how you want.”
Those sharp little nails of hers dug in again. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, as if the words just refused to leave her.
Connor took pity on her. “Do we think you’re pretty?”
She nodded, expression lightening, clearly glad to have the help. When she tried to move again, though, Connor held her still.
“Not so fast.Youhave to say it—that’s the point.”
She breathed in deep, the action making her lovely tits rise and fall, before she said in a voice so small Connor almost didn’t count it, “You think I’m pretty.”
He loosened his grip, so his hands remained but she could rise and sink on her own, and the friction did wonders for him, too. Sure enough, though, when he filled her once again, he stopped her.
At her look of pure frustration, he only lifted his eyebrow. She was smart—she’d get it.
She closed her eyes. Did not looking at him while she spoke make it easier? Fine by him—the point was to getherto realize that they were fucking crazy about her, that she was a catch, and her saying the words would help drive that point home.
“You think I’m sweet.”
He let her rise, but stilled her at the top, when his cock was only the smallest inch inside her. “Leave off ‘you think’.”
She squirmed, but when she failed to get what she wanted, she whined softly. “I’m pretty.”
There we go.
Connor let her move again, and she came down hard, taking him in a rough thrust. Then again, fragile as the girl might look, she was more than capable of taking it hard.
At the bottom, he only had to hold her for a second before she offered up another. “I look good naked.”
It went on, and he let her have everything she wanted. “I’m sensitive. I look great on my knees. I’m warm.”
She panted, her words slower, as though she couldn’t think straight or remember, which was the exact time for Connor to push her. “And what about your cunt? Because we sure have said plenty about it.”
She dropped her head back, seemingly lost to the moment. Still, her words came out in a sensual rush. “I’m tight, and wet…” She swallowed hard.
“And what?” Connor reached up, trusting her to keep going so he could cup her breasts and tease the nipples that had been taunting him since they’d started.
“And I have a pretty cunt.”
That nearly pushed him over the edge, the filthy word on her sweet lips.
“You forgot the part about how great you taste, about the fact that I could lick your pussy for hours and never get enough.”
She twisted her hips as she rode him, taking him hard, letting him know that the next time, he didn’t need to hold back at all. His size was clearly no problem for her.
He circled her nipples with his thumbs, brushing the desperate peaks. “So what does this all mean? You’ve said it all, that you’re sexy as hell, that your cunt is perfect, that these tits are flawless, that you’re sweet and funny and kind, and what does it all mean? Come on, darlin’, put it all together for me.”