“Yes, Mason.”
“I’m taking it all.” I lean down to her ear. “Everything.”
“Please.”
And there’s the submission I’m looking for. It rings in her voice, seeping into my skin. Her cunt drenches my hand, confirming it’s not wishful thinking that makes me believe things could work out between us.
I circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, around and around but never directly, working her higher, closer to the edge.
“Oh God,” she says, her voice a reverent whisper. Her lashes flutter closed. “Please, that…” She whimpers. “More.”
I smile at the demand. “Is my little Anna tired of being such a proper girl?”
“Yes.”
A sharp cry fills the air as I thrust two fingers inside her tight pussy. She clamps down so suddenly I pull away to keep her from coming.
I return my focus to her ass, raining blows over her backside and thighs until her skin glows a fiery red. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to come?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Have you done what I’ve asked?”
“Um…” Her lips press together. “Eventually.”
I laugh, plunging into her.
She cries out.
“Too bad eventually isn’t good enough.” I pull away and run my hand, wet with her juices, along the line of her jaw, chuckling as she shrinks back. “That’s right, your cunt is hot and wet and greedy.”
She starts to pant.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snap up.
“Good girl.” I stroke her skin. “You’re going to open those lips, and I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours like I’ve been dying to since the day we met.”
Her eyes grow wide with surprise. This is something she’s never done with me. She was too shy to make the overture herself, and knowing she was fairly innocent, I hadn’t pressed.
I’m sure as fuck pressing now.
She sucks in a breath, and I rub her bottom lip until her mouth opens softly.
I nod. “That’s right. I’m going to take every part of you. Your mouth. Your cunt. Andeventually, your ass.”
She swallows, fear flashing over her features.
I lean down and kiss her. Tasting her flavor, I lick. “Trust me.”
“Okay,” she says in a shaky voice.
I stroke down the curve of her spine and slip between her legs.
My thumb grazes lightly over her clit, and she goes off like a rocket, surprising the hell out of me. She whimpers, her hips rocking and swaying. She moans and trembles as the orgasm shakes her.
This isn’t the plan, but now that she’s here, I increase my pressure, circling her clit as she rides the waves of pleasure. If she had more experience, I’d take my hand away and ruin it for her, but in this case, I drag it out. I want her to see how hard she can come when given proper motivation. When the last contraction fades away, I soothe her by running my palm over her back—ignoring the pounding need of my body, which wants nothing more than to take her savagely.