Page 40 of Done with You

Then, he pushed one finger, and another into her channel and pumped. Their cheeks were glued together, sweat forming between their pressed-together skin, as they both panted, his cock throbbing hotly in her palm while she stroked him. He curled his fingers inside of her and she ground down onto his palm, biting her lip and tipping her head back. But he wasn’t having any of that, apparently, and pulled his fingers free of her almost fast enough to give her pussy whiplash.

Then she was off the counter and bent over the arm of the couch, ass in the air. She didn’t remember leaving her purse in the living room last night, but there it was, right on the floor beside his big, bare feet. He bent down and rifled through it until he found a condom. The sound of the wrapper being ripped open was deafening, and the anticipation of what was to come, agonizing and glorious.

Her legs shook and her pussy pulsed, causing another trickle of arousal to run down her inner thigh.

Once he rolled on the condom and grabbed her hip with one of his big hands, she sighed in relief. Only to realize just how premature that sigh was.

The press of his cock, encased in latex, to her swollen lips, had her moaning and pushing back, opening for him. But he moved his cock head away just enough that he didn’t enter.

Did he want her to beg?

Because that wouldn’t be happening. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

She was a patient woman, and knew he wanted this just as much as she did, she’d wait. She’d torture him in her own way. By not giving him what he wanted, which was her crying out for his cock. For him.

Slowly, he dragged the head of his dick up from her soaked pussy, through her crease, and to her anus, then back where she was open and waiting for him.

Over and over again, he dragged the thick head back and forth through her folds, gathering all the natural lube, then pushing against her anus. He never breached her, but he came close.

Her muscles there puckered on instinct each time he pushed, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from asking him to slide a finger there. To relieve the surmounting pressure and tension that had her close to snapping.

The hand on her hip snaked around her body and between her legs.

With one of his feet, he encouraged her to widen her feet, much the same way cops probably did to felons they had up against a wall or vehicle so they could search them.

She spread her feet wider, and the fingers between her legs opened her pussy lips and two fingers found her clit.

She whimpered when he pinched it, then groaned and rolled her hips when he started to work counterclockwise concentric circles. Behind her, he continued to slide his cock up and down her crease, pressing just a little harder against her anus each time he reached it. She couldn’t tell if that was a promise or a threat, but either way, it made her pulse roar in her ears and her lower belly somersault.

She was close, and he hadn’t even entered her.

They’d started out frantic and raging at each other like two furious animals in heat, why was he slowing down now? What was with the fucked-up foreplay?

Did hate fucks usually involve foreplay?

Shouldn’t he be inside her right now, pounding into her with fury, as words of disdain flew from his lips and painted the room, competing with her whimpers of pleasure?

At least that was how the romance books she read did it. No drawn-out play or sensual touching. Not when the sex was angry.

Or was this psychological torture, too?

Was he going to get her so turned on she begged for it, then turn around and say, “Haha, baby, like I’d ever fuck you again.”

A part of her thought she should stop it right then. Save herself embarrassment. Save herself from any prolonged torture.

But she didn’t move.

She didn’t say stop.

Her inner thighs were slick now, and the scent of her arousal filled the room, along with her whimpers and mewls, which she couldn’t control, no matter how hard she bit her lip and tasted blood.

Aiden remained quiet behind her, but more than once, he leaned forward and raked his teeth over her shoulder and up her neck, biting her earlobe and breathing heavily into her ear.

She was close.

They both knew it.

He had brought her there with just his fingers on her clit. Just his cock sliding through her slick folds, hinting at more, but never giving it.

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