Page 24 of Immoral

"Jesus, you feel good," I mutter against her lips then swirl my tongue in her mouth. Adrenaline fills my veins, growing hotter every second. I resist the urge to come inside her. One thing I won't do is make this about me. I'm making her come several times before that happens.

Her body begins to tremble. Sweat pops out on her skin, and I'm in goddamn heaven. It's something I know well and missed feeling.

I grab her hip and slow her down. "Say please, and I'll let you come," I order, wanting her to remember who's in charge and what I'm able to give her. It's not the first time I've withheld her orgasm. I used to spend hours making her beg, getting her off, then doing it all over again until she was a rag doll, and I couldn't hold out any longer.

Right now, I just want to hear her plead with me for her high and remember the good times we had.

"Please," she whispers.

"Louder," I demand, since I'm an asshole that gets off on listening to her beg.

"Please," she says louder, but her voice cracks, making me harder.

"You love me inside you?" I taunt, allowing her to move her hips slightly faster but not how she wants.

She shuts her eyes. "Please."

"Open your eyes and answer me. Do you love me inside you?" I repeat.

She obeys, drilling her heady blues into mine. "Yes."

"Good girl." I kiss her, allow her to ride my cock how she wants, and do everything in my power not to release inside her.

Within seconds, her body's convulsing on mine. The sounds that fly out of her mouth are another thing I longed to hear again. I study her face, loving every change in her expression and the way her eyes roll.

She comes hard, riding my cock and torturing it with her intense spasms. When she's coming down, I squeeze her hip and keep her moving. I put my mouth on her ear. "God, I've missed you. So much." I suck on her lobe then move her face in front of mine. "Ready for round two, tesoro?"

Her eyes turn to stone. "No."

Grinning, I arch an eyebrow. "No?"

"Stop."

"Stop?"

She shoves her hands against my chest. Her voice turns cold. She yells, "I said stop!"

I freeze. "What's wrong?"

She pushes my pecs again. "Stop! I know you know what that means."

I put my hands in the air. "What's wrong?"

She rolls off me and sits in the seat. Without looking at me, she holds out her hand. "Give me your coat."

"Cara, what the fuck is going on?" I bellow.

"I said to give me your coat," she declares.

Not understanding what's going on, I grab the coat from the seat across from us and hand it to her.

She puts it on and turns toward me.

"Want to tell me what just happened?" I question.

Her eyes dart over my face, down my body, then stay on my dick. "Zip your pants."

"Zip my pants?"

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