Page 51 of Crave

“Slut,” he said softly. “As if I had any doubt. You can’t even wait for my cock.”

“Please, please don’t make me.” I arched toward him. When I first met Patrick, I’d been embarrassed to beg. I wanted to, but each request was a wrestling match with my pride.

Now, I had zero problems with it. I babbled as he unceremoniously lifted my ass to unzip my skirt, pulling it over my hips. When he peeled off my silky panties, slick with my juices, he held them to his face and inhaled deeply.

That got me. He’d never done that before.

A whimper left my mouth.

“What’s wrong, babe?” His voice was soft, mocking. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed. I’ve smelled your girl juice countless times. You can’t hide how fucking wet I get you.”

I gasped when he crouched over me, one big hand squeezing my breast and my panties in his fist. He brushed the glossy crotch over my lips.

“Jerk,” I whispered.

I felt so naked, bound and sweating beneath him. Patrick loomed over me, broad and rugged, his chest and shoulders pale as marble even in the heat. His belt still dangled, unbuckled, the edges brushing my hips.

He wrapped the soaked crotch of my panties around two big fingers and pushed them into my mouth.

A haze descended over my vision as I fell into the moment. Yielding to my fiancé, sucking frantically on the tangy fabric, licking his fingers.

Satisfied with my response, he pulled his hand away and tossed my panties on the floor. His belt slid from its loops with a menacing rustle.

Without warning, he pushed my thighs apart and traced the edge of the metal buckle over my soaked lips.

“God,” I whispered.

“Two years together, babe.” His icy eyes roved over my pleading face, my arching breasts, my spread pussy. The buckle, cool and hard and smooth, outlined my most secret flesh, hot and melting for him. “Two and a half, really.” One finger pushed back the hood of my clit, and the tip of the buckle circled the exposed nub. “And you’re still an impatient little brat who can’t even wait two minutes for what she wants. You’re greedy, Christina. You’re desperate for my cock.”

“Please…”

“You want me to be mean, babe?” He toyed with my helpless pussy, opening my soaked flesh with his fingers and running the buckle around my entrance. “You want the wolf to come for you on your wedding night?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted.

“Then no sex between now and the wedding. Of any kind.”

“What?” My head bounced up from the pillows.

“You heard me, Christina. You don’t touch yourself, you don’t come. If I catch you breaking that rule, you’ll be severely punished, and not in a way you’ll like.”

I stared up at him, breathing shallowly. I could imagine what Patrick would do. Give me the silent treatment, ignore me — all the things I’d hate the most.

It was a game, of course. I could use my safe word any time. But I preferred to play. Just as I was once too proud to beg, now I was too proud to whip out the safe word unless I truly wanted the action to grind to a halt.

“You’re joking.”

He leaned down, his breath caressing my neck. “Babe, it’s two weeks away. Don’t tell me you can’t hold out that long. You’re that hungry? That needy? That horny?”

I strained toward him. “What about you?”

“I’ll follow the same rules.” His cool voice washed over me. “I don’t have any problem waiting for you.You’rethe impatient little slut in this house.”

I moaned, sweat beading on my chest.

“What do you say, princess?” He pinched both my nipples at once. I rose off the bed toward him. “Are you going to follow my orders? Do you want to earn your wedding night?”

“Yes, Patrick,” I panted.

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