Page 60 of When It's Us
“Such a fucking tease,” I rasp, dragging my mouth up her neck. My tongue darts out to trail along the sensitive skin, then I suck hard on her pulse point.
Her breath hitches. “Maybe you should punish me.”
I shift my grip and bring a firm, stinging smack down on her ass. She gasps, then bites her lip, eyes flashing with wicked delight.
“See?” I murmur. “That’s what happens when you mess with me.”
She arches back, pressing into my hand.
Fuck. This woman. Could she be any more perfect? It’s completely silent in the van, save our ragged breathing.
“Are you wet for me, filthy girl?”
A shudder wracks her body, and she nods, her head dropping back onto my chest. “Yes,” she breathes out.
I shove a hand into the front of her panties, and she moans when my fingers slide down to her opening. She’s not lying. She’s so wet I can hear it. My mouth waters with the need to taste her, to consume every inch of her dripping wet pussy.
My fingers easily slide through the wetness, and her knees almost buckle, but she manages to stay upright. I make one slow pass from her entrance up, but circle wide enough that I avoid her clit before swiping back down, where I tease her opening with two fingers.
She rocks her hips; no doubt hoping that the change in angle will be enough to get me to press my fingers deeper inside her. But I swipe back up toward her clit, staying just shy of where she wants me.
“You like the idea of me punishing you?” I say against her ear. “Is that what’s got you so wet? Is it pushing me until I spank your ass red or the idea of me holding you down and fucking you until that pretty little cunt is ruined for anyone else but me?”
“Fuck,” she whispers, the word strained and desperate.
“Or maybe,” I say, driving my hand back down to gather more of the slick heat of her pussy before working my hand up under her shirt to swipe her arousal across a nipple. She moans. “Maybe you’d like it if I tied your hands and took that control you so desperately cling to.”
“Oh, God.” She swallows hard, nodding. I’m not sure which one she’s agreeing to, but I’d be willing to bet it’s all three.
“I need…” Her voice trails off, eyes squeezed shut.
“You gonna beg, California? If you want me to make you come,” I tell her, before dragging out each word. “All you have to do is…say please.”
She lifts her arm and shoves her hand into her panties, her fingers fighting mine to get to her clit.
“Ah, ah,” I chide, gripping her wrist. “You started this little game with me. You don’t get to finish it on your own.”
I pull her hand free from her panties and pin both of her arms behind her back, wrapping both her wrists in one of mine. Roughly grabbing her chin, I tilt her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“You wanna come?”
“Yes,” she says on a ragged moan.
“Ask me nicely.”
I expect fire. I expect animosity. I expect her to spit a furious ‘fuck you’ in my face. What I don’t expect, as the ice blue of her eyes meets mine, is the naked vulnerability, the raw hunger, and the absolute need staring back. The surrender. It’s as if all the walls she fights so hard to keep up have crumbled, and she’s finally seeing what she wants.
Then, inches from my mouth, she whimpers words that shatter my resolve and have my cock so fucking hard I’ll never forget this moment.
“Please…” she begs, voice desperate. “Wreck me, use me. Please make me come.”
It’s the sound of this incredible, proud, and infuriating woman smashing through her walls, dropping her defenses and finally,finallygiving up control—lips parted, chest heaving, eyes hooded with lust this gorgeous, amazing woman isfucking beggingme to make her come like I’m the only one she needs, the one she wants, the only person she trusts enough to hand that control over to.
It's fucking beautiful.
I spin her around and shove her back against the low countertop, lifting her by the thighs and dropping her ass on top. My mouth crashes into hers, and both her hands fist in my hair. She pulls so hard I see stars, and my cock jerks in my sweats while our tongues meet in the filthiest kiss I’ve ever experienced.
The feel of her tongue plundering my mouth spurs me on, and I waste no time spreading her thighs to make room for my hips. Pushing my hand into her panties, I thrust two fingers inside her. She arches her back, locking her legs around my hips. Something falls off the counter and hits the floor with a clang, but I don’t stop.
