But even that doesn’t feel like enough.
I want more of her.
I want all of her.
I want to lick her from head to toe and fuck her until I can’t thrust even one more time.
If I don’t bury myself in Esme Moreno right this goddamn second, I’m going to explode.
I go straight for her panties. Knocking her other hand out of the way, I rip them once, twice, until they finally surrender and tear apart.
So close.Only a few more layers left between us.
I press closer, letting her feel my hardness.
She’s completely bare now, naked and vulnerable, and I’m still fully dressed.
But her eyes are bright and filled with a strength that belies her tiny frame.
“You can take my body,” she says. “But you’ll never haveme.”
I narrow my eyes. “We’ll fucking see about that.”
That makes me pause for a moment.
I know what she expects me to do next.
She expects me to pull out my cock and fuck her senseless—at least until I get mine.
She expects me to be rough, selfish… angry.
So I’m going to give her the exact opposite. A lesson she’ll never forget.
She thinks I’m just going to pillage her and leave her ruined? Well, yes, I am—but not that fast. Not that sudden.
No, this is going to be a long, slow burn. Torturously slow.
It’ll be a lesson she never forgets.
I lean in, pressing my chest against hers. Her hands hang at her sides, limp and slightly shaky.
She’s trying not to engage, not to touch me. She thinks she can remain removed from whatever’s about to happen.
That choice went out the window a long time ago, though.
My tongue slips out and tangles with her ear. She starts wriggling underneath me, still refusing to touch me.
I smile as I hear her breathing get heavier, more labored. She’s got to fight me as well as her own desire now.
Her nipples pierce through the fabric of my shirt. I’m confident that she’s already wet, but I can’t wait to find out any longer.
I place my fingers between her breasts and she shudders.
Just a little.
Just enough.
Then I trail my touch down her flat belly, towards her trembling thighs.