Page 77 of Priceless

She sucked in a breath, searching my face. There was so much wanting in her arched brows, her parted lips. I pinched the brown peak of her nipple, aiming for her sweet spot between pleasure and pain.

“Understood?”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she dipped her head.

“Say it. Say, ‘Yes, Patrick, I believe you. I’m beautiful.’”

“Jesus,” she groaned. “No.”

I slapped the inside of her thigh, just enough for her to feel the sting. She jumped. Her eyes went unfocused, and her lips twitched in the little smile that always gave her away. “I’m waiting.”

“I can’t say that.”

When I twisted her nipple, she grabbed my wrist. Fuck, she was wet. Glistening in the lamplight. Her thighs were spread wantonly, her most private places exposed to me. “I just can’t. You don’t understand.”

“I know this is hard for you.” I gripped her hips and pulled her abruptly toward me, shooting down the sheets. She gasped, her body bucking to meet mine. “Everything here is hard for you, Christina. Do what I tell you.”

“You really don’t get it. Girls aren’t supposed to say that about themselves.”

Grasping a fistful of her thick dark hair, so fucking alive and curling in my hand, I pushed my face next to hers. Heat rose from her skin.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed, “about what girls are supposed to do or what girls are not supposed to do. Now, are you ready to tell me the truth?”

She panted, her breath coming rapidly.

“Yes, Patrick.” Her eyes were two dark wells, beckoning me to drown. “I believe you. I’m beautiful.”

“Say it again.” I spread her open.

“I’m beautiful.”

I dove in. She was hot and soft and so fucking juicy.

“Oh my God—”

I ate like I was starving. When I licked her opening roughly, she gasped and clutched my head.

“Please,” she whispered. “It’s so much, it feels so— Oh God.”

I worked three fingers into her tightness, wanting to overwhelm her. Curling my fingers, I lifted my head, aching to fuck her out of her mind. Her whimpers filled the air.

“Gorgeous,” I whispered. “Worth every penny.” She growled, but her cunt tightened around me, all desire. “The most perfect little pussy.”

Her face was so open, in the second before she came. So honest. Contorted with pleasure, locked on me with all the need in the world. I’d give anything for that look to last forever.

Because it wouldn’t.

But I used my fingers to send her over the edge, instead of my mouth, because I was a selfish bastard. I wanted to watch her come.

Her back bowed sharply, her mouth opening in a soundless gasp. She knew better than to look away.

“Beautiful,” I murmured. “The most beautiful girl.”

As the cascade ebbed, I pushed in on her tender clit, driving her to a new peak, soaking up the moment when she slipped the bonds of control and surrendered to me.

She moaned in protest when I let go in the middle of her orgasm. I unzipped my pants, stroking my dripping cock. When her fingers darted between her legs, unashamed, so different than her hesitant masturbation the first time I’d told her to do it, I ordered her to keep her hands on the sheets.

It was cruel. It excited me. I wouldn’t have done it to her at the beginning. Her glare and her tentative, defiant submission were everything I wanted. She clutched the sheets.

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