Page 86 of Oblivion

Startled, she rolls over to look at me, her eyes wide and pupils dilated. “Err.”

Her confusion makes me smile as she glances down at my hard cock and the pearlescent beads of precum dripping from the head.

“Err, why?” she starts, pausing to look up at me.

“Why aren’t I fucking you when I’m rock hard?” I answer for her.

“Yes.”

“Because you’re sore, and I can wait.”

“But…” Her words trail off, but she motions down to my cock.

“He can wait too.”

I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think it’s disappointment that flashes through her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Wild One. Tonight, I’ll fuck you and fill you up with my cum. I’ll even let you beg me to put my baby in you again,” I tell her with a smirk.

Her cheeks plume with heat, and I fucking love it.

“You’re an asshole,” she chokes.

“Do you want me to show you?” I ask, deliberately not letting her provoke me into fucking her.

“Show me what?”

“I told you I’d record your greedy cunt begging me to fuck it in your sleep.”

Her mouth falls open, but before she can deny it happened or try to walk away, I press play on the video I took and turn the screen to face her.

Considering how deep her blush already was, I’m amazed that she actually gets redder. She’s turned on but embarrassed as I force her to watch herself grinding against my dick and leaving wetness in her wake.

“If you were me, and this is how I woke up every morning, do you think you could resist pushing into your pussy and giving you exactly what you were begging for?”

Closing her eyes, she tries to hide from me and the video that’s started to play from the beginning again.

“Open your eyes. Look at how wet and needy you are. Look at the way your slutty cunt is dripping all over me. Look at the way that, even in your sleep, your fingers were searching for your clit to make yourself come.”

“Delete that.” Her voice is small and weak.

“No. Why would I delete it? I’m going to record a new one every morning, right before I force my thick cock into your hole. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you’re mad.Because instead of using you like you need me to, I’ve left you wanting.”

“I don’t want you,” she argues, but we both know it’s a lie.

Chuckling, I reach over and cup her cheek. “Liar. Do you need to come? I know I’ve made you start to expect to wake up to an orgasm.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” she hisses.

Grabbing her hips, I roll to my back and lift her over me, positioning her so she’s straddling one of my thighs, her wet cunt pressed against my leg.

“Evan, stop,” she protests, trying to bat my hands away.

“Hush, Sammy. I’ll give you what you need.”

Her fighting stops the moment I push my fingers between her folds and find her clit. I haven’t touched her in hours, but her clit is swollen, the hood pushed back leaving the bundle of nerves exposed and eager to be touched.

“Evan,” she gasps as I rub the pad of my thumb over it.

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