“You want to come like this?” he rasps, crowding in until I can feel every inch of him.
I nod. It’s all I can do.
“Words, Celeste.”
“Yes. God y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Screw him. He’s not getting it that easily.
“Fuck you,” I snarl.
His returning dark chuckle almost drags me over the edge. “Oh, my girl is in fighting spirit today.”
“Again, fuck you.” I reach down and cover his hand with mine, driving him into me harder, needing more. “And I’m not your girl.”
His thumb circles my clit in tight, merciless motions, and the second I start to shake, he grabs my thigh and hooks it over his hip. My entire body clenches as I brace and unravel.
“Show me,” he says against my neck as he bites and sucks and brands me.
The orgasm tears through me so fast I cry out his name, shuddering as my body locks before my knees threaten to give. He grips me tighter and holds me until I come back to earth.
God, he looks dangerous like this.
The water pounds over us in hard bursts, streaming off his chest, slicking his dark hair to his forehead, and tracing the ridges of his body.
A vein strains in his neck as if he’s holding back with sheer force.
“Turn around,” he growls.
And I do because I’m a good girl after all.
God, I sicken myself.
“How do you want me? Rough or slow?” he teases, lips brushing my ear.
I arch against him, grinding back until I feel the thick press of his cock. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re dying for me to fuck the attitude out of you.”
“Try me.”
He drags his cock through my slick heat once, then twice. I whimper when he doesn’t push in, only to curse when he pulls back instead.
“You know what I’ve been dreaming about?” One hand pins my hip, the other slides around my front. “This. Your pussy wrapped tight around my cock.”
“Then stop teasing.”
“Where are your manners?”
One hand works between my thighs while the other grips my jaw, forcing my face to his.
“Come on, Celeste. You’ve got such a pretty mouth when it’s not arguing with me. Use it.”
I hate him.
I hate how badly I want to give it to him.