“You wanted my virginity and you got it. What else do you want?” Her spooked voice makes me fucking hard, and that’s an inconvenience, considering my attempts to take it easy on her.
“I never said I only wanted your virginity. That’s your own assumption and I hold no responsibility for it. Besides, now that the hymen is out of the way, I can fuck you whenever and however I please without having to deal with your overdramatic side.”
She releases a shaky breath. “How long do I have to open my legs for you to get enough?”
“Still haven’t decided yet, and stop acting like you don’t enjoy this when your taste is still on my tongue and your screams of pleasure are echoing in my ears. I might look calm, but your attitude is grating on my last fucking nerve.”
Her glare remains in place, and I know it’s taking her some effort, because she’s shaking against me, obviously scared, but still refuses to back the fuck down. “Look at that. Now you know how I feel all the time.”
“Your sarcasm game has upgraded.”
“Learned from the best.” Probably figuring out that she has no way to go, she relaxes and lays her head on her hands. “Is this your room?”
I make an affirmative sound and she does a long sweep of the all black and white furniture, curtains, and desk. The only break of color is a red toy car I’ve had since I was a kid.
“It’s…impersonal,” she whispers.
“Personal is overrated.”
“Can you not be all pragmatic for a second?”
“How else will I have you flushing like a virgin? Oh, sorry, you’re no longer one.”
“Very funny.”
I grin, locking a blonde strand between my fingers. “I live to entertain.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You look so pleased with yourself.”
“That’s because I am.” I rub my semi-hard erection against her stomach. “Have you rested enough for another round?”
“Please don’t. I’m so sore I can barely breathe without feeling discomfort.”
“You mean feeling my cock inside you.” I smile when she blushes again and I grab her ass cheek in one palm, making her moan.
“What are you doing?”
“Relax. I’m not going to fuck you.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “You really won’t?”
“Not if you’re in so much pain. After all, you said please.” I stroke the skin of her ass, then slide my palm up to her hips until I feel her relax against me.
But she keeps watching me with a distrustful edge.
“What?”
“I just can’t believe you’d actually be stopped by a please. If I’d known, I would’ve begged more earlier.”
“That wouldn’t have stopped me. If I decide to fuckmypussy, no one, you included, will be able to stop me.”
“You’re telling me you don’t want to fuck me now?”
“I do, but I also don’t want to hurt you.”
“You did that night at the cliff.” Her voice is soft.
“I know you’re not ready to admit it, but I felt something from you or I wouldn’t have continued.”