He tsked me, lightly pinching the inside of my thigh. “Use your words.”
I glared up, curling my fingers and digging my nails into his chest. “Yes, I’d like it rough.”
“Yeah?”
He lifted that teasing hand, slipping it past the waistband of my pants and gliding down my center with the firm pressure I needed.
“I believe it, because something tells me an independent woman like you wouldn’t appreciate being treated as though you were breakable.”
He said the words right as his fingers slid just low enough to discover the obvious arousal saturating the fabric of my panties.
A guttural groan escaped his lips a split second before they smashed against my own. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or even a heated one. He devoured me, simultaneously plunging his hand past that final barrier to press his fingers to my clit.
I bucked, my mouth parting on a moan, and he didn’t waste a second to thrust his tongue in. Using the grip on my hair, he tilted my head, placing me exactly where he wanted while lowering his fingers to slide through me.
He murmured filthy words against my lips, and I felt them everywhere, setting me even more on fire. I ground harder against him. I’d never been this close to an orgasm with someone other than myself before, and I craved the experience. I needed it, more than I needed air.
He paused, his fingers resting against my entrance and his lips hovering over my own, sharing breath. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to pull away from me.
My forehead creased, confusion warring inside me, wondering what I did wrong. But then he barked out a sharp, “Fuck,” and plunged a thick finger inside me.
I cried out as he rocked his hips into me, slowly easing in a second finger until both were buried to the knuckles. “You’re so tight, Maddie.”
The sensation burned, but only for a moment before it was shadowed by the rapidly rising pleasure he was coaxing out of me. I didn’t know it could be like this with another person. My body felt like it might burst if I didn’t have more of him.
The man still had control of my head, so I reached up, grasping his face with both hands and yanking him to my mouth, practically attacking him in my impatience. He responded enthusiastically, his tongue dancing in my mouth in time with his fingers as he stroked them in and out of me.
We stood there for what could’ve been minutes, hours, days, eating at each other’s mouths as he finger-fucked me. Both of us pressed forward like we wanted to climb into the other’s skin, and even then, we’d still never be close enough.
“You need to get control of yourself, baby,” he said when he finally pulled back. His eyes roved over my face, taking in every minute detail while he continued his relentless torture, leisurely working his fingers all the way out and circling my clit before sinking back in.
I moaned, eyes still closed, clawing at his chest. “Why?”
He tightened his grip on my hair until I opened my eyes and met his hungry gaze. Swiping hard up my center, he jerked his hand out of my pants and placed both fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Because I’m not down there yet, and you’re wasting it all.”
“Oh God.”
Releasing my hair, he moved to wrap his fingers around my jaw and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“That’s your one freebie. Once I have you naked, the only name I want to hear you call out is mine. You need to send up a prayer when I make you scream? I want it to be to me.”
He slammed his lips onto mine in another scorching kiss, both of his hands skimming down my sides to grip my waistband. I whined when he took his mouth away, but the sound turned into a gasp when he dropped to his knees, taking my bottoms and panties to the ground in one fluid motion.