Page 12 of Unwillingly His

I knew she liked this.

Her body was begging me for more.

Her wet heat gripped my fingers, pulling them in and urging me to keep going.

With two fingers, I press down on her G-spot while I rubbed tighter circles with my thumb on her clit, giving her just a little more pressure.

The cutest little sighs and moans escaped her lips as her body tensed under me, and her thighs shook.

The lure of knowing I would be the first man, the only man, to ever fill her, drove me to near primal force. Yet I resisted the urge to claim her tight sheath. I would not breed the future Mrs. Manwarring on a fucking table for criminals.

That wouldn’t stop me from punishing her, though.

“Have you learned your lesson yet, pet?” I teased her.

“Yes,” she said with a gasp.

“Good girl. Now, don’t come yet,” I growled, pushing into her harder. “That’s an order.”

“I don’t know how to stop it,” she cried out.

“If you come before I give you permission, I’m going to make it impossible for you to sit down without thinking about me for days,” I warned.

She muffled another cry between her clenched jaw, her hands tightening into fists on each side of her head, and despite herself, her hips pressed down, with her ass tilted up, giving me an even better angle.

I knew she hadn’t intended on doing that either.

But that just made it all the sweeter.

Stella may not have wanted me, but her body sure as fuck did.

I kept up the pressure even as I pushed her higher and higher, her pussy pulsing against my fingers. Her hands rolled into fists so tight, her knuckles whitened, and cries of pleasure and pain escaped her lips.

“Do you want to come for me?” I asked, knowing every time I spoke, it racked her up a little tighter.

“No,” she whimpered petulantly.

I chuckled. Taunting her was too much fun to pass up. “What was that, little one? Did you just ask me to tan your pretty ass with my leather belt again?”

She shook her head. “No, please! Don’t.”

“Then you better come up with a more pleasing answer to my question. Now.”

She sniffed as she balled her fist against her lips, muffling her words. “I want to come for you.”

“Say it louder. I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please, make me come. I want to feel… to feel… your hands.”

“But, bad girls don’t get to come. Bad girls get spanked hard and are left with wet aching pussies and no satisfaction.” I growled the words, and she whined, her hips wiggling as she tried to get more friction. “So, are you going to be my good girl now?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Then be a good girl and show me how you come.”

No sooner had I said the words than her back arched painfully as her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers and wetness gushed onto my hand.

I kept working her through her orgasm as her body shook. I kept up the pressure, letting her ride out every single wave of pleasure.

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