Page 16 of Carnal

"Say it, or I'm stopping," I threaten, moving my thumb faster.

Her lips tremble and her breath merges with mine. Her voice cracks as she begs, "Don't stop."

"Please don't stop, Sir," I bark, thrusting harder and working her clit slower.

"Tristano!" she cries out.

"Say it," I demand again, squeezing her throat, then kissing her with everything I've got.

Her glistening body shakes against mine. Her hard nipples press into my chest.

Speeding back up, I bark, "Say it!"

"Please don't stop!"

"Sir!" I remind her.

"Trist—"

"I'm stopping in two seconds, Pina," I warn and hate the thought of it but need her submission like nothing I've ever wanted before.

She finally caves, blurting out, "Sir! Please!"

Satisfaction explodes in me. My testosterone flares and I have to push her further. I edge her back up and stop myself from letting her fly over the cliff. I command, "How long have you wanted me to play with your pussy?"

"Please," she whispers. Her legs tremble harder.

"How long, Pina?" I bark.

"Tris—"

"Sir," I remind her.

She squeezes her eyes shut then tries to circle her hips faster on my hand.

I pull it away from her and shove my thumb in her mouth. "Suck."

She obeys, giving me another wave of satisfaction.

I keep my other hand positioned on her neck and lean into her ear. "I'm removing my thumb and giving you one last chance, baby girl. Tell me how long you've thought about me making you feel like this, and I'll give you what you want. You don't, and I'm leaving." I slide my thumb back to her clit and release her neck, adding, "Decide! Three. Two. O—"

"Since that day in the office," she admits, then buries her face in the crook of my neck.

I tug her head back, locking eyes with her. "You look at me when you come." I speed up everything, pressing and circling my thumb faster and thrusting as deep as possible.

I barely hear her say, "Tristano," as her golden-brown eyes roll toward the back of her head. The walls of her pussy spasm, clenching me like a vise. Every inch of her body shakes, sending my ego higher.

I growl, "Who controls your pussy?"

She moans louder.

"Tell me," I demand, sliding my hand out from between us and gripping her neck again. Then I slow down my thrusts.

"Don't stop," she pleads.

"Your pussy! Who controls it?" I repeat, doing everything I can not to release inside her. I press my lips to hers.

She urgently darts her tongue into my mouth.

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