Page 20 of His Little Spitfire

“I should get revenge,” I murmur as I take in the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. So hard, all for me.

I’ve never wanted to hurt someone in the way I want to hurt Urzo. I don’t want to cause him physical pain. No, I want this man to know what it feels like to no longer be in control. To have someone be demanding and take control. To feel… powerless.

All the while feeling an indescribable pleasure.

He starts to stop me, insistent on letting me have all the attention. Well, I’ve gotten plenty out of this. I want to be a little curious about this guy while he’s too distracted to mock me for it.

“For once, let me be in control,” I huff out of frustration.

Urzo freezes, staring at me in surprise. Maybe it’s the demand in my voice, or the heat in my gaze, but I swear the tented erection grows in size. His throat bobs when I reach out and barely graze my fingernails against the bulge. His cock all but jumps at the contact.

“You want to touch me, princess? Torture me with your fingers, possibly that persistent mouth?” His brows furrow deep enough to match his curled scowl. Reaching down, he isn’t even hesitant with freeing his cock. No, he hisses as his flushed erection bobs, freed for me to see.

Something tells me Urzo wouldenjoysuffering under my control. It wouldn’t be a punishment or anything of the sort. No, it would be more of a reward for us both.

Licking my lips, my mouth waters at the sight of precum seeping from his slit.

I didn’t really get to see it beforehand. Now I’m in absolute awe. He’s got a weapon, alright. Thick is an understatement, and that flushed tip looks as angry as he does. The vein running along his length pulsates, inviting me to get closer for a better view.

Reaching forward, the heat of his arousal sears my fingertips as I wrap my fingers around him.

For once, I’m curious. Not just of cocks in general, but of this man’s in particular. To think this thing was once inside of me. No wonder why I was so sore. One little squeeze is all it takes to draw a growl from his lips.

His teeth look like they could crack at how tight his jaw is. Still, he fights the urge to take over.

“You can just keep going, huh?” Murmuring the words, I squeeze him tighter and watch as a bead of precum rolls down his slit. Spreading it with my thumb, the blush on my cheeks burn hotter. “Is this something normal for you?”

“No.” Hissing through his teeth, he pinches his eyes closed to concentrate as I slowly start to stroke him. “Only started once you appeared. It’s like a fucking curse. My cock isn’t even my own anymore.”

Biting my lip, I watch his throat bob as my hand moves in a blur. I’m probably slow and showing my inexperience, but he doesn’t care. Not when I feel his thighs flexing against my arm, his cock jumping against my fingers, and the gutted moan that’s manifesting in his throat.

“Fuck, tighten your fist,” he orders, his voice wavering.

Instead of snapping at him for trying to take over, I’m too busy doing as I’m told. Panting right alongside him, my hand moves with no struggle as more precum continues to spill. His knees lift before his hips jerk.

Now this… this is a sight worth seeing. I’m staring hard enough to make my eyes burn. I’m tempted to tuck a hand between my thighs and match his pleasure.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. His movement is quick, his palm moving to cover the head of his cock as I continue stroking. He moans and curses as his hand catches his release, but I feel his release running and dripping along my fingers as I slow down.

We’re left staring at each other, and he’s fighting to catch his breath.

Without warning, he’s burying his other hand into my hair and dragging me to his mouth. His kiss is as harsh as the last one, but something’s changed. A shift has happened. The obvious sign that there is no reversing this.

He knows it. I know it. Tomorrow, who knows how we’ll be seeing each other? However, right now, I don’t want this to end.

He’s awoken something in me. Something that demands more of this.

Pulling away, I’m kissing the bruise on his jaw. “How long until you can go again?”

Urzo makes this choking sound, a mix of a laugh and a groan. “Fuck, princess. You’ve squeezed me dry twice in a day. You think I can survive a third?”

Resting my weight on my knees, I move my cum-covered fingers to my clit, stuffing my hand straight into my pants. “You have to.”

He can’t see what I’m doing, but I know he can hear the wetness of my pussy against my fingers.

Now that he’s opened up Pandora’s box, he’s responsible for dealing with the consequences.

“If you can’t handle me now, then how do you plan to deal with me once I’m at my best?” When I’m not lost in a path of confusing feelings and worries over my siblings. Leaning against him, I let out a breathy moan against his ear as I circle my clit with his release. “Maybe I’m going to have to get that vibrator after all.”

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