“More lies.” He releases my nipple and slides a hand down to my underwear, groaning. “I bet you were as soaked as you are right now. You were disappointed I didn’t take your virginity like a caveman, weren’t you? Bet you thought about it all night long, too.”
Before I can even fathom his words, he lifts me up by his hold on my throat so that I’m kneeling and he’s right behind me.
“Don’t stop sketching.”
“Killian…”
“Sketch.” His order makes me shake, but I let my hand do its thing while I’m unable to stare away from the mirror.
He rids me of my knickers so we’re both completely nude, then cups my core. “Bet this little cunt felt left out as I was stuffing your mouth with my cock. We have to make it up to her, don’t you think? Open your legs the widest you can.”
It’s hard in this position, but I try to and he slips his cock against my opening. I bite my lower lip in preparation for the penetration, but he only glides his erection against my folds.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I’m about to come from the friction alone, but it’s not enough. I’ve come to realize that while I love waking up with his lips on my core or how he casually fingers me to orgasm during car rides, I love it tenfold better when his cock is wrecking me from the inside out.
I’m never going to admit this, but I also love waking up or going to sleep with his cock inside me.
He’s usually quick to get to that part, but obviously not today. He keeps rubbing his cock over my sensitive folds, my clit, my entrance, but he never thrusts in.
“Killian, please…”
“Please what?”
“Put it in…”
“Look at you being so fucking adorable and begging for it. Weren’t you supposed to be sketching?”
“Put it in,” I demand this time, wiggling my hips so I can catch the crown.
“We’ll play a game before that.”
“This isn’t the time for games.”
“It sure as fuck is. So, my little rabbit. I want you to admit to one of two things. The first is the obvious statement of being mine. The second is that you wanted me that first time.”
I glare at him through the mirror. “No.”
Slap.
I gasp as the sting registers on my core and spreads to my whole body.
Holy shit.Did the bastard just spank my pussy?
He did, and the sting hurts so good, I think I came a little. What the hell is wrong with me?
“We’ll try again. Say one.”
“I didn’t want you, are you crazy?” I snarl.
“Then say you’re mine.”
“No.”