Or no hands, because he’s in charge, and I only exist to be molested.
He rolls us onto our sides, caging me in front of him. His cock rubs against the crease of my ass, lightly at first, then he hauls me tighter against him. His one arm slides beneath my body to band across my chest, his hand possessively gripping my breast, and the other hand slides over my hip and into my underwear.
His fingers find me wet and warm, soft and very willing.
His captive, accepting of whatever he wants to do to me.
Maybe he’ll teach me how much pleasure there is in losing the fight.
“Is this all for me? How fucking wet you are?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“What do you like?” He nips at my neck. “Sweet little circles around your clit? Or a rough, deep thrust of fingers in your pussy?”
“Want it hard,” I beg.
He growls a curse. “Say shit like that, that’s how you get fucked, little girl.”
I whimper and rock against his hand.
He tightens his grip across my chest. “How is a virgin pussy this fucking juicy?”
“It’s your fault,” I pant. “Saw your cock and…”
“What? You wanted it inside you?”
I choke on a desperate laugh. “God, no. You’re too big for me.”
He chuckles darkly, as if that doesn’t stop him from wanting to take my virginity. “Then what did you lust for that made you this slick for Daddy?”
“You in my mouth.”
He groans. “You were serious.”
“I’ve never…and it looked…good?”
“Is that a question?”
“I was surprised.” I rock against his fingers, wanting more than the slow circling exploration he’s doing. Talking about licking him is turning me on.
He reads my mind and gives me his whole hand, the underside of his knuckle riding against my clit as his fingers move deeper to tease my entrance.
Where I just told him I think I’m too small to take him.
“I’m not surprised you wanted to taste me,” he whispers hotly. “I’ve wanted to know how good you feel on my tongue since you arrived.”
CHAPTER11
JUSTIN
She tries to twist in my arms, an ineffective movement because I have her tightly bound against me. But I can still see the shock on her face.
“Since I arrived?”
That wonder and disbelief is a gift. But I want her to know without any doubt just how much I want her.
“From the second that I pinned you in that chair. I wanted your smart mouth. I wanted to kiss you even before I remembered to ask your damn name. And then I breathed you in, and that want turned into a desperate need like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”