But I know he won't stop until he gets what he wants, so with trembling hands, I slowly trail my fingers down my body, between my legs.
He watches, entranced, as I part my lips and slide a finger inside.
"Fuck," he groans, his cock straining in his hand.
I stroke myself, my finger gliding over my clit, the friction making me moan.
He keeps his eyes locked on me, his hand pumping faster and faster.
"That's right, Annie. Show me how you touch yourself," he growls.
"Cole, please,"I beg, needing him inside me.
"I didn't tell you to stop," he snarls.
He leans forward again, his mouth almost touching mine. I can't help but lean into him, wanting the contact, needing him.
But he holds back, a breath away, his voice a low rumble.
"I'm not going to say it again," he threatens.
My hand trembles, but I keep stroking myself, my clit throbbing beneath my fingertips.
"I'm going to cum," I gasp, teetering on the edge.
"Not yet," he snaps, his voice taut.
"Cole—"
"Don't," he growls, his grip on his cock tightening.
"Please," I plead, the tension building, my whole body trembling.
"No," he says unrelenting. "Keep going. Keep touching that wet pussy. Show me what you do in the dark by yourself."
I moan, arching up, desperate for him. My fingers move faster at his words, circling my sensitive clit. My other hand kneads my breast.
"You're so fucking sexy, Annie. The way you touch your tight little pussy for me," he groans. "You drive me fucking wild."
I'm almost delirious with need as the pressure builds inside me.
His hungry eyes are all over me, piercing my skin with his heated gaze.
"Cole, please. Please."
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes," I gasp, on the verge of exploding.
"Beg," he growls.
"Please, Cole," I cry out, tears leaking from my eyes with the effort to wait for his permission.
"Not enough. More." He's stroking his cock faster now, his other hand slides up my thigh and over my belly.
"I need it," I gasp, "Please, Cole. Please."
His fingers glide down, finding my clit, rubbing in slow circles.