Page 57 of David's Chase

I move my hips in defiance, yet he holds me still, pinning me down.

The need to experience relief only heightens.

“I like it when you’re forceful with me.”

“I never doubted that.”

He holds me still and enters me, but not all the way, and I'm so desperate for him that I moan in frustration, clenching around him.

It would only take his light touch, not even stroking me hard, and I would surely come.

He suspects something’s wrong when I go quiet and moves away from me.

“Oh, fucking no,” I bark, and his laughter makes me angry. “Please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, but he’s moving.

The sound of his voice travels around the bed.

He comes to my side and sits next to me, his fist tight around his cock.

“Now beg,” he says softly.

I search his eyes.

“You like punishing me. Making me beg for you.”

“You like it too.”

“Not now… Free my hands, and I will show you how much I like it.”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“I’m not done with you,” he says and reaches inside the drawer.

I shift my focus to his hand.

He slides it into the drawer and pulls out a dildo. It’s beautiful. Smooth, sleek, a neon color. Not the natural representation of an erect penis.

“You’ll love it,” he says, and I don’t care to ask him how he knows that.

My eyes move from the beautiful sex toy to his eyes.

“You’re having fun,” I say.

“So are you,” he humorously retorts.

First, he slathers some lube on it, although I protest, knowing how wet I am.

“This is different. Trust me. You need the lube.”

Again, I don’t care to learn more about how he knows all that.

“All right. I believe you. Oh…” I say when he puts the tip of the dildo to my entrance.

“It will be cold in the beginning.”

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