I move a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She leans into my palm, brushing her cheek against my skin.
“I’m sorry.”
I run my finger over her bottom lip, pulling it down. “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for making you wait.” Her body quivers as I press my thumb into her mouth. She wraps her lips around my digit, allowing me to press deeply into her throat. I sigh in approval, pulling my thumb out and brushing it over her chin. “It was hard,” she adds.
“You didn’t just make me wait, baby. You made us wait. It was agonizing. Pure torture.”
She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts. Seeing her on her knees, willingly doing what I ask of her, is excruciatingly sexy. The hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve already forgiven her for making me wait. The sight of her willing to beg is enough to wipe the slate completely clean. But she doesn’t need to know that. For the time being, I’ll enjoy the show, knowing very soon it’ll lead to me burying my cock in her and never leaving.
My fingers brush over her cheek. “I know it was hard, baby. That sweet little cunt of yours wanted me, even when you were insistent on depriving me of it, you couldn’t quite shake me. I haunted you even in your dreams.”
“No you didn’t.”
My fingertips press hard into her jaw, jerking her head to look up at me. “You want to repeat that?”
She smiles. Fucking Margo Moretti. Even when she’s on her knees begging for me to fuck her, she finds a way to be defiant.
“You didn’t.” She stares at me, not a hint of remorse in her green eyes.
“You’re going to regret saying that.” Letting go of her jaw, I back up a few steps, reclaiming my seat on the edge of the bed.
Margo runs her lips together, attempting to hide her satisfied smile. I want to wipe the sassy smile from her face by shoving my cock through her lips.
So that’s how it’s going to be. My cock grows even harder. I love seeing her on her knees but having her push back a little is hot as fuck. I’ll make her more than pay for it.
“Open your legs.”
A small crease forms on her forehead.
“Slide your knees open,” I instruct. “Give me a view of that puffy pussy.”
She does exactly as I say. Opening her thighs up so her wet and needy cunt comes into view again. I lick my lips, still tasting her on my lips. Now that I’ve had one taste of her, it’ll never be enough. I want to taste her every single day, feel her come against my tongue, writhing in pleasure, every morning before I leave my bed.
“Now what?” she asks quietly. Her voice isn’t as confident as it was a few moments ago. Maybe now that she’s spread open in front of me, she’s lost some of that sass. Or maybe she’s tired of me making her wait. She should’ve thought of that before she let me kiss her and told me I couldn’t do it again.
“Play with yourself.”
“You just told me I couldn’t.”
My hand pauses. “I changed my mind. Now do as you're told and play with yourself.”
Her cheeks flush, the tender skin already slightly pink from the sting of the wind earlier.
I raise my eyebrows at her, tucking my cock back into my boxers for a moment. I lean forward, watching her expectantly.
For a few moments, neither one of us moves as she watches me, completely unsure. Finally, her hand snakes up her thigh and slides against the wetness. My mind is taken back the morning I walked into her room and found her moaning my name in her sleep. No matter how many times she wants to deny it, I know she was getting off to a dream of me. She’d been writhing against one of her pillows in a way that had made my cock raise to attention.
Her pointer finger rubs up and down against her slit.
“I want you to get yourself off as you think of me. This time, you won’t have any choice but to admit that it’s me that has your pussy so wet and needy. You lied when you said you weren’t fantasizing about me in your dreams, now I’m not going to give you any other option but to come apart in front of me, my name falling from your lips in pure pleasure.”
She circles her clit. Every nerve in my body wants to spring off the bed and touch her for myself, but I resist the temptation. I need to see her do this, to admit that I drive her fucking wild, even when I’m not touching her. It’s the same thing she’s done to me. Her small little hand has never touched my cock, and I’ve fantasized about her way too much for it to be healthy.
“Why don’t you come here and do it?” She taunts me by rocking back and forth against her hand, her finger slipping inside her.
I smile, leaning forward. “Is that you begging?”
“Please come fuck me Beck,” she pants, her finger picking up pace inside her. Her other hand begins to get in on the action, rubbing one of her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger. “I’m sorry I’ve made you wait.”
“Good girl,” I say. “That’s a good start to it.”
Her eyes are hooded as she watches me. “I’m close,” she admits, rocking back and forth even faster. She grinds against her own hand, trying to get the friction she wants but it must not be enough yet.
I watch her closely, my fingers twitching to take the spot of hers. Her hair falls down her shoulders, brushing up against her perfect peaked nipples as her hips sway in a perfect rhythm.
I can’t wait to fuck her. I’m going to mar the perfect olive skin of her body, leaving my mark by bites and sucks. I’m going to pound into her so hard that she’ll feel me for days. I’ll make her knees weak from taking me over and over again.
My hips lift off the bed just enough for me to slide my boxers down my thighs. l let them fall to the ground, my cock springing up eagerly.
Her breaths pick up, a moan falling from her lips. She’s about to come. But I’m not ready for her to finish yet.
“Now beg for me to let you come.”
Her fingers don’t stop, and she doesn’t give any indication she’s going to do as she’s told. She rocks back and forth against her hand, so close to an orgasm that she refuses to relent.
“Margo,” I warn. “Stop or you’re not going to be getting anything from me tonight. That little finger of yours better do a damn good job at getting you off for the night if you don’t listen to me right fucking now. Because that’s all you’re going to get if you don’t do as you’re told.”
She throws her head back with a groan, but her finger stops pushing inside her. She slides it out, rubbing the wetness against the inside of her thigh.
“I want you to beg for me to let you come,” I repeat.
“Even if I’m the one doing it?”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“What isn’t fair is how long you pretended that this wasn’t inevitable.”
“I need to come,” she pants, her fingers inching closer to the spot she wants me most. “I told you I’m sorry for making you wait. I don’t know what I was thinking. Now please, Beck, I need to make myself come or I need you to do it.”
“Let me watch you make yourself come apart, baby. As long as you fucking moan my name while doing it.”