Page 62 of Bleeding Hearts

“Bullshit,” I groan as I kiss her hard, nipping at her lips. “You want me just as bad as I want you. Admit it.”

Her only response is the pressure of her nails on my back, a silent command to continue.

I don’t.

I won’t give her what she needs until she tells me the truth.

Moving her backwards, I only stop when her ass hits the couch. I flip her around, pushing her forward, until she bends, her front pressing hard against its back. “Don’t move.”

“Nolan, please.” With a whimper, she rubs her backside against the towel where my pulsating erection is eager to be set free. “One more time.”

Fuck that.

In an act of boldness, I raise the skirt of her dress and fling it up, revealing her bare ass. “You will not come. Do you hear me?”

“I need to come, please.” She squirms against my fingers as I drag them through her wet pussy until I find her clit. “Yes.”

Leaning close, I press my chest to her back and growl in her ear. “You will not come. Not until I give you permission. Say it.”

“I won’t come.”

“Fucking right, you won’t.” I smack her ass hard enough to leave my handprint behind. This time I don’t soothe it out. I want her to suffer from the burn.

I toy with her. As I tease her clit, her arousal intensifies, and the longing for release becomes stronger. Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, I stop.

I repeat this action several times. Each time I stop, I smack her ass, making her feel the sting. It’s such a deep, painful red now. She’ll be sore for hours, a reminder of her punishment. Fuck if I care. This is what she gets for thinking she can end us.

“Nolan, please.” She’s panting, itching to come, but there will be no relief for her, not today.

Dropping the towel, I drag my throbbing cock back and forth through her wetness. “You want to come?”

“Yes, please.”

Pressing the head of my cock into her tight cunt, I hold back, grabbing her hips with both hands. “It’s a need now, isn’t it? Youneedto come, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.” She tries to press down on me, but in this position, I’m the one in control.

“Too, bad,” I tell her as I slam into her so hard the couch rocks forward. “You know what I want? I want you to admit it.”

“Admit what?” she squeals, her body quivering with each hard thrust.

“Admit that you’re scared. That you want me to do this to you for the rest of your life. Say it!” I shout, pulling her close, her body pressing against mine, my lips close to her ear, whispering the words I’ve been too afraid to speak. “Because I fucking love you, Bethany.”

She gasps, on the verge of coming just from my words, but because I’ve stopped slamming into her, she’s left needing more, unable to find release. “You can’t.”

“I do. I love you.” Turning her head, I kiss her hard. “I love you.”

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she denies it with a shake of her head.

“Say it,” I beg her this time. “Say it, and I’ll let you come.”

Her body collapses into mine as she falls apart in my arms, hysterical cries that almost have me joining in, but she refuses to admit what we both know is true. “I’m sorry.”

“So am I.” Stumbling back, I separate myself from her, leaving us both breathless and desperate.

“Nolan.” Her voice is weak as she says my name. “I’m sorry. I warned you.”

I’m done.

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