Her brow furrows, and she gives me a furious stare. “No, you touch me without permission and think that’s okay.”
“It is okay because you belong to me.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
I smirk and delve my fingers deeper, making her melt as her eyes flicker shut.
“Stop that.”
I kiss her neck. “Stop what? Making you feel good?”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Stop touching me.”
“Why would I do that when you are melting for me?” I thrust my fingers in harder and deeper, making her groan. “You love it really, even if you try to tell yourself you don’t.”
I wrap a hand around her throat, enjoying the way terror enters her pretty blue eyes. Her breathing labors and her pulse skips under my fingers. “You are my prisoner, Anya, and that means you are mine to do with as I want.”
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, drawing my attention to them as sparks flare between us. It’s electric and addictive.
“Even if I resist?” Anya questions.
I smirk at that, shaking my head. “And yet you can’t resist because you are dripping for me, desperate to be filled up with my cock.”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “That’s not true.”
“It’s the truest thing I’ve said all fucking day.” I kiss her then, my hand still wrapped around her throat. “You are gagging for it, even if you try to tell me and yourself you aren’t.”
Her throat bobs violently beneath my hand. “I will fight you if you try to take me against my will.”
I arch a brow. “Is that right?” My fingers move to her breast and I caress them through the thin fabric of her nightgown. “Fight me then. See who comes out on top.”
Her jaw clenches and she tries to push my hand away feebly, making me chuckle.
“Is that all you’ve got, printessa?” I shake my head. “Not a very convincing fight.” I pull my cock out of my pants, desire tightening its stranglehold around my neck. “I’m going to make a mess of this pretty pussy so you can think about me while I’m gone.”
Her eyes flash with fire, but she doesn’t try to stop me as I kneel between her spread legs, knowing that soon I’ll have her like this and plow into that virgin cunt, but not yet.
Wrapping my fingers around the girth of my shaft, I start to masturbate, knowing it won’t take long to come all over her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice laced with need as she watches me with hooded eyes.
“I’m going to make you watch me come and enjoy the way you crave my cock while you watch.”
Her nose wrinkles and she glares at me. “That’s bullshit.”
I smirk. “Why? Because you want to touch it?”
She shakes her head. “Definitely not.”
I keep stroking my length up and down, watching her expression carefully. No matter how much she tries to tell me that she doesn’t want it, I can see it written all over her face.
She may not want to admit it out loud, but Anya has it bad for me. And that fact only makes me harder, as my balls draw up, thinking about how good it’s going to feel plowing my cock into her virgin cunt for the first time.
“Fuck, malishka. I can’t wait to tear your tight little hole apart with my cock.”
Her lips purse as she tries to fight to hold in a moan that’s trying to break free.
It’s amusing to watch as her eyes dilate, fixed on my cock.