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Somehow, I manage to find my voice and attempt to wrangle back some degree of power in our little exchange.
“I’m waiting to see if you have what it takes.” Directness is the best way to weed out weaker men.
“Have what it takes?” His eyes flash with heat.
“To make me come.” Bold and beautiful, it’s my style.
I’m a chick who loves sex anyway I can get it, and I do not apologize for a healthy, if not overactive, sex drive. If men can sleep around and brag about it, then why can’t I do the same?
He moves his fingers faster, and I tilt my head back, exposing my neck. I move my hips to grind against his hand—almost there—but he pulls his hand away.
“What are you doing?” I reach for his hand to bring it back to where I want it.
“You want to come, love?” He leans in, close to my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin.
“Of course.”
“Then beg.”
“Beg?” What an intense rush of insanely hot and—not?
“How do I know if you have what it takes to be worth my while?”
He’s not afraid to use my words against me. Pleasure surges through me, but I’m also kind of pissed off. If anything, my anger fuels the pleasure rushing through me.
I don’t know why he’s doing this, but I have a feeling it’s because of my boldness.
A game of control, maybe?
I can play that game.
I love that game.
But does he?
I’m also too far gone to stop and desperately need to come.
“Please.” My head spins with lust as I lean in to whisper in his ear.
“Please, what?” His voice is low, husky, and so fucking sexy. His thumb taps my clit, and I about come right there.
“Please make me come.” I’m not against begging. Especially with a man not afraid to display dominance. It’s like crack to my brain.
His fingers return to my pussy, and he thrusts inside of me with one smooth motion. He presses me against the wall, while fingering me and driving me wild. I grip his muscular biceps as my insides twist and heat. When I lean back, resting my head against the wall, he bends forward and places the heat of his mouth on my neck.
My heart races as his fingers fuck me harder. The roughness is unexpected, but damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more. My legs shake and a low moan escapes me.
“I’m going to come.” My entire body trembles. I bite my lip to hold back a moan as pleasure rockets through my body.
“Ask for permission, love.” Low and throaty, he nibbles on my earlobe.
“You like being in control? Love it when a woman begs?”
“I love whenyoubeg.”
Holy shit!
Sparks of pleasure shoot through me with the way he speaks.