Page 97 of Can You Take It?

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” I huff.

“I’m enjoying the view,” he says. His hands move up to my tits, squeezing them hard enough to make me gasp. “You’re so fucking perfect like this, spread out for me, ready for me. But I think you want it a little too much.”

Asshole.

I bite back the urge to scream at him. My hips lift on their own, searching for some kind of contact, something to take the edge off. But he pulls back even more, grinning like the sadistic prick he is.

Fuck this.

I slide my hand down my body, fingers tracing over my stomach, inching lower until I reach between my legs. His eyes flicker to my hand, and I see the change in him instantly. His cock twitches, and his jaw clenches, but he still doesn’t move. He’s waiting, but he won’t last long.

I start slow, teasing myself, dragging my fingers over my pussy, spreading myself open for him to see. My breath hitches, but I keep my eyes locked on his. I know what I’m doing to him—every little movement is pushing him closer to snapping.

“Is this what you wanted?” I taunt, slipping one finger inside me, moaning just to rile him up more. I add another finger, thrusting them deep inside my pussy.

His hands clench into fists at his sides, and I can tell he’s on the edge of losing control. Good. I want him to lose it. I want him to stop fucking around and take me like he means it.

Richard smirks, and I know he’s holding back on purpose, making me sweat, making me beg.

“You’re just going to stand there?” I breathe, arching my back a little to give him a better view. “Watch me while I do all the work?”

His smirk widens, but he still doesn’t move. That smug look is killing me. His cock is rock hard, practically begging for me, but he’s just standing there with his arms crossed like he’s got all the time in the world.

“I’m just waiting for you to beg.”

Beg? The fuck I will. “Keep dreaming,” I hiss, shoving my fingers deeper into my pussy, curling them inside just right to hit that spot that makes my legs tremble. “You’re going to regret making me wait.”

He arches a brow. “Am I?” He steps closer, towering over me. His presence alone makes me feel smaller, weaker, and fuck, I hate how much I love that.

I roll my eyes, shifting my hips and angling my fingers to stretch myself wider. I moan again, louder this time, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“You don’t have the balls to take me,” I pant as I fuck myself harder, faster. “Maybe you should just watch me come all over my fingers instead.”

His eyes narrow slightly. I think I’ve got him, but just as I’m about to push harder, thinking maybe I’ll win this round, he steps forward, his hands are suddenly on my knees, spreading my legs wider.

Then… nothing. He doesn’t move.

I glare up at him. “If you’re not gonna—”

Words die in my throat when I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. My eyes fly open just as he slams into me, stretching me so suddenly and so fucking perfectly that I lose all my words. My fingers are still deep inside, and I feel his cock brushing against them. I gasp, pulling my fingers out, but his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist, keeping them in place.

“Don’t even think about taking them out,” he growls, leaning down until his mouth is at my ear. “You wanted to fuck yourself? Keep going. I’ll just help you finish.”

I can feel him moving inside me, his cock dragging against my fingers with every thrust. Each stroke makes me hyperaware of every inch of him—how his veins pulse against the pads of my fingers, how hot he feels. It’s like I’m being stretched open from two angles at once, and the friction of my fingers between us just amplifies the sensation. Every time he pulls back, I can feel my fingers shift, and my knuckles brush against his cock as he drives back in.

“Feel that?” Richard growls, and I swear every word is vibrating through my body. “I’m inside you, fucking you while you fuck yourself. You wanted this, baby. Take it.”

I bite my lip, trying to focus, but it’s impossible. The way his cock and my fingers move together inside me is too much. My whole body is burning.

“Look at you,” he continues. “You’re fucking drenched, baby. I can feel how tight you are—how your pussy’s choking my cock and your fingers. You can’t get enough, can you?”

“Fuck… Richard,” I moan. My head is spinning, and my fingers are trembling inside me. I try to keep pace with him, thrusting my fingers in time with his cock, but it’s hard to focus when I feel like I’m being split open from the inside.

He leans down, his breath hot against my ear as his pace picks up. “Tell me how it feels,” he demands. “Tell me how fuckinggood it feels to have your fingers and my cock fuck you at the same time.”

“It’s…” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “It’s so—fuck—it’s too much. You’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere.”

“That’s right,” he grunts, pounding into me harder, making my fingers slide deeper into my pussy. “I’m going to ruin this pussy; make you tremble at just the thought of me. I’ll make you feel helpless, and yet, you’ll still beg for more.”

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