“Go on then,” I said—which earned me another smack.
“You are having way too much fun with that,” I snorted. “It’s an appendage, not a toy, you know.”
I refused to admit that it was also kinda turning me on.
“Not a toy? I dunno about that, Ark, you sure seem to like playing with it,” Kieran crooned. “And don’t pretend like it’s not making you wet.”
Again, he smacked the thick weight of his erection against my bare cunt.
“Fuck, Kier,” I groaned, giving in to the pleasure of it all. It wasn’t worth putting up a front—I was obsessed with that man’s dick and whatever the Hel he wanted to do with it.
“Thought so,” he chuckled, and finally—finallybegan to shift his hips so that he could tease himself into me, dragging the swollen head of his cock in between my folds slowly, up and down, coating himself in my arousal until he glistened and gleamed.
I continued to watch the transfixing scene from between my own thighs, enraptured by the view. Fates, I loved watching him play with me like this. As damningly frustrating as this man could be, Kieran had also studied my body like a scholar and he knew exactly what made me tick. It had taken him all of a few hours to become an expert in the field, so as he rubbed himself up against my clit with agonizingly slow pressure, I knew that hewas getting off, not only on the sight and feel of my body, but alsomylust.Mypleasure.
The same way I got off on his.
Abyss take me. We were both so cataclysmically fucked, and I didn’t even care to examine it. I didn’t care about much of anything outside of feeling that first thrust of Kieran inside me. I was about ready to start begging for it.Gods,I wanted to beg for him…in some very, very specific ways.
Alas, if Kieran ever wanted to claim my full submission, he would have to demand it from me properly. And I hoped he would, someday. I hoped that someday wassoon.
“Kier,” I whined, letting a fraction of my desperation for him escape.
“Yes, pretty girl?” he replied, his gaze still affixed to his own cock as it continued its torturous, tantalizing little motions.
“Give it to me,” I breathed. “Stop being such a tease.”
“It’s not my fault that your cunt is so pretty,” he whispered back hoarsely. “It’s not my fault I look so good pressed up against you like this.”
“I think that second bitisyour fault, actually,” I purred back, rolling my hips in an attempt to push him further into me. He’d only deigned to rest the tip at my entrance for a moment.
“Why is that?”
“You know why,” I said, giving him a pointed look.
“Say it.”
“Gods, I fucking hate you,” I hissed, tossing my head back against the mattress in dramatic exasperation. My pussy felt hot, pulsing, so absurdly needy for him.
“I can do this all day, Arken,” Kieran informed me, having withdrawn from my heat and instead attending to his own arousal, spreading the slick evidence of mine down his shaft. “And you’ve got places to be. So if you want it so bad, just admit it.”
“Ididadmit it,” I growled. “I’ve asked you twice now.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” he replied with mischief and utter vulgarity in his eyes.
I knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
Preening peacock of a man.
I feigned a heavy sigh. “You have a very pretty cock, Captain,” I said sweetly, batting my lashes. “Easily the best and the biggest I’ve ever ridden. Now will youpleasefuck me with it before I lose my godsdamned mind?”
I wasn’t sure what wrecked me more: the genuine satisfaction and confidence that seemed to wash over Kieran in response to that declaration, or the harsh but decadent spear straight into my pussy, granted without a single second of further hesitation.
That was a lie—it was definitely the former, even though I cried out with the sensation of being so full, so fast. The burst of gratification aside, I took far more perverse pleasure in knowing that I brought Kieran to the edge of ecstasy any time I willingly stroked his ego. That I had such an effect on a man of his caliber was a drug in and of itself.
“That wasn’t so hard to confess,” he grunted out as I punctuated his every thrust with a whimpering moan. “Now, was it?”
“Nghh—No,” I gasped.