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“The fuck are you talking about?” Confusion explodes behind my eyes. Why is she saying shit like this after everything I just said to her?
“You wouldn’t have left that shit for me to find if you wanted me here. You know I’ve been looking for it.”
I tilt my head to the side as I watch the flood of tears coming from her eyes.
“We’ll talk about this shit when I’m done,” I growl, the pressure in my balls too much at this point to ignore.
Her mouth hangs open when I find the end of her, and I can tell this is going to be one of those times she’s going to try and be fucking stubborn. But this is too much of an important moment. It’s too pivotal to who we are together for me to just let her continue the bratty behavior.
With ease, I pull back and lock her legs in the crooks of my arms.
“You’ll fucking come.”
“I can’t.”
“If you can’t come now, I may never let you come again,” I threaten, my fingers finding her clit easily.
Her stubbornness doesn’t last much longer, and I can tell how close she is by just looking at her face.
“Waited too long.” I pull from her, the start of my orgasm beginning inside of her unintentionally.
I hiss my pleasure as I paint her lower belly with the rest.
“Angel!” she screams, and I fucking know how she feels.
Orgasm denial isn’t fun at all.
“Beg for it.”
“I will fucking not.” She tries to scurry away, but I grab her leg, keeping her on the ground. “Let me go.”
“Beg, baby.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and if it weren’t for the goosebumps on her skin I know is caused by the cool air and not the promise of my threat, I’d spend all night out here with her until she caved.
Instead, I swirl my finger around her clit, waiting until she lifts her hips from the ground an inch or so before pulling back.
“I’ll kill you in your fucking sleep,” she growls.
“Suck my cock first,” I tease, my fingers going right back to her clit when she settles. “I can do this all night, baby.”
She fucking knows I can.
“Make me come.”
I raise an eyebrow, knowing she can see my face enough to know that isn’t going to work with me.
“Don’t demand.”
“Make me come, please.”
“Asking and begging aren’t the same thing, Lauren, and you know it.”
I stop touching her when she starts to quicken again.
“Goddamn it, Angel. Please make me come.”
My smile is quick, rewarding, as I move my mouth to her pussy.