Page 76 of Scrimmage

I prop myself up on my elbows. “What the fuck? I was close.”

“I told you. I’m going to edge you for every single time I wanted to lay you out on that table and fuck you. That was for the fucking picture,” he smirks before inserting his fingers again. I fall back against the bed, riding his hand and moaning. He pulls away just when I think I’m about to come.

“That’s for when you threw yourself at Cole in the kitchen, and this is for when I had to argue with Stacy.”

He teases me again and again, edging me until I’m begging him to let me come.

“…for trying to crash with some Prince.”

“…for asking me questions in the goddamn ride share.”

“Koda,” I whine.

He slaps my pussy and my knees try to cave in, but he’s holding them apart. I feel the head of his cock and pray that I’ll finally get some fucking relief.

“What’s your safe phrase?”

“I love you.”

He pulls away immediately. His face is stricken with panic. “What?”

“That’s my phrase,” I laugh maniacally.

“You’re a goddamn fucking comedian,” he snarls, grabbing my throat. “See if this makes you laugh.”

Koda’s cock fights it’s way inside of me, and he groans. It’s the sexiest groan of all time. If they categorized groans like they did the top one hundred sexiest men, Koda would be number one by a landslide. The more my muscles fight, the tighter his grip around my throat is. When he’s finally seated inside of me I feel fucking delirious.

“Got something to say?”

I shake my head no. “Not right now,” I gasp.

“That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and moan for me.” He slaps my nipple and pumps into me, and I am blinded by ecstasy.

Every other time we’ve had sex was rushed. Situational. This is the first time we’ve just been together with no one else having the ability to interrupt, and he’s taking advantage of it. He pinches my nipples and twists and my body shakes, begging for release.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he croons. His fingers dance along my cheekbone, asking for permission.

“If you do that, I will come,” I moan in warning.

“Such a little masochist,” he growls, fucking me so hard that my clit is on fire. “You won’t come until I say you do.”

“But you said—”

I feel the sting on my face, and I squeeze around him.

“Don’t, Ash. I’m not done, yet.”

“I can’t. When you…When you…” I want to die and live all at once.

“The next time I hit you, you can come.”

Angry tears sting my eyes. Koda doesn’t let up, and I keep trying to tell myself no.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” I sob.

“Then ruin it.”

“No, please. Please, Ko.” I toss my head back and forth at war with myself.

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