Page 51 of Festive

When my cock slips past her lips, the most adorable pout forms, making me smirk. I tug her head back, making her look at me, and the tease that she is, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

It’s like she’s trying to test me.

I narrow my eyes, watching as saliva starts to drip off the tip.

“What’s the matter, Six? Are you still not feeling well?” she taunts, and I growl, clenching my teeth. As if to push me further, she wiggles her hips while she slips a hand between her legs, moaning.

“Oh, I’m feeling well enough to fuck the sass right out of you. But when I come, I want to be balls-deep buried in that sweet pussy,” I growl roughly.

“Promises, promises…”

Unable to hold back, I release her hair and slide my hands under her arms, picking her up. Even eight months pregnant, it’s nothing to move her where I want her. I quickly turn her around, facing the mirror behind the vanity. “Elbows on the counter, Rebel, and open those sweet legs,” I command as I turn to turn off the shower, which I’m sure has started to run cold by now.

Turning back, I see she has defied me yet again. She’s leaning casually against the vanity, her lower back resting on the edge,her ankles crossed like she has all the time in the world. When my gaze meets hers, her defiant smirk makes my cock throb in anticipation.

“You’re going to have to position me how you want me,” she chimes, causing my brows to pinch in confusion.

It’s then I realize she’s giving up all control.

“Is that so?” I question, stepping closer until I’m right in front of her. Leaning in, I slam my lips to hers, needing her to know how much this means to me. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy to give her today. To let her know the power. She needed it. But it didn’t stop the boiling tension of frustration at not being able to seek my revenge on Amber personally.

To take control.

To show that I am strong enough to take care of what ismine.

My tongue slides against hers as I reach up, cupping her swollen breasts and tweaking each nipple, tugging and pinching to the point of pain. Her sharp inhale tells me I’ve reached the balancing point of pleasure and pain, and Ismile against her lips.

“More…” she begs, and I’m eager to give her whatever she needs.

I take a step back and grab her by the hips, turning her in one fluid motion while grinding my cock into her ass. My hands slide to her lower back and press, silently telling her to bend as my leg nudges her feet apart. Leaning over her, I whisper, “Brace yourself on your arms.”

She does as I instruct, pushing her ass out. In this position, I know she will be far enough from the edge to press on her belly. Taking a step back, my groan echoes in the small space at the sight of her, wet and ready for me. My hands trail over her plump ass, giving her cheeks a gentle slap of appreciation.

Rebel releases a low moan as I step in behind her, lining myself up, the swollen head resting at her entrance. Then,grabbing her hips, I thrust into her, burying myself as deep as I can before I grind into her, needing to get lost in her. It’s not enough.

It will never be enough.

Slowly, I pull back, watching as my length slides out to the tip before driving back into her. “My cock disappearing in your sweet pussy is a sight I will never tire of…” I groan, trailing off as I repeat the motion even slower.

“Fuck, Six. You’re killing me here. Take your time later. I need you to fuck me already,” Rebel grumbles, and the desperation in her voice only makes me want to drag this out even longer.

“Mmm… don’t you know I love seeing you panting and needy for me?” I slowly withdraw my cock from her, she whimpers with my movements, almost pleading for me to fill her again, so I oblige as I continue talking, “Needy for my cock,” I taunt, slamming back into her. Her warmth is gripping around me so tight I have to steady myself so I don’t come instantly.

Groaning with the pleasure overtaking my body, she wiggles her ass, trying to get me to move again, but I only step closer, tightening my grip on her hips to hold her in place. Her head snaps to the side as she tries to peer back at me over her shoulder, her gaze fierce enough to stop a sane man in his tracks.

But I’m anything but sane right now.

And that fire in her eyes only ignites my insatiable appetite for everything that ismy Rebel.

Winking at her, I release her hip to wrap my hand in her hair. With my other hand still firmly on her hip, I thrust into her, setting a steady pace. Rebel cries out from the sudden change but soon moans, a sheen of sweat covering her delicate back.

Her pussy tightens, clenching around me again, and I grit my teeth, still not wanting to come yet. I slow my pace, trying to focus on anything but how fucking amazing her cunt feels. “I swear to God, Six. If you stop again, I’m going to strap you to thefucking Silver Chair next.”

Her threat has me doing just that. I stop. The only sound in the small space is our heavy breaths and her groan of frustration. With a hard slap on her ass, I warn her, “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Her pussy squeezes me tighter as she peers over her shoulder at me. “Who said anything about not keeping it?” She winks, tightening her pussy around me again with that cheeky fucking smirk.

I grunt out a low moan while trying to keep my breathing in check. “You know that Silver Chair is only used for torture, Thay—”

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