“I’m so fucking mad at you,” she spoke though gritted teeth, kissing me nonetheless. My tongue got lost in her mouth, swirling around all that misplaced malice and attitude, fucking her with it, shoving it down her throat. Her legs tightened around my waist, little fingers cinching together at the back of my neck, still fighting the inevitable way I was going to undo every last inkling of her conviction.
“Good, stay fucking mad at me. Fight me. Hit me. Give me your worst, Ophelia. Give me every last thing like a punishment, because I’m going to be thorough, and I’m going to remind you why there will never be someone else.”
She lurched forward and bit my jaw so hard her teeth left jagged marks and all it did was turn me on more than I knew possible. I laughed through the short-lived pain, and then that laugh turned into a sound that started in my gut and rolled like thunder through my chest and onto her heaving body, vibrating against her.
“Fuck yes.” My eyes rolled closed briefly, like flipping a docile switch, giving me that last green light I needed to keep all my promises.
I unwound her fingers and pinned her wrists above her head in one quick, harsh movement. My hands enveloped her bones. She couldn’t break free if she used every ounce of her strength to do it.
“Bastard,” she murmured, sticking her chin up, watching me through the thin slits of her eyes. Her tongue dipped out and wet the pad of her bottom lip.
“Bastard,” I agreed. Her hips rolled against mine. “You want me to fuck you so badly you’re grinding your pussy on me like a little cat, Ophelia.” I crossed her wrists over one another, pressing them to the mattress with one of my hands and freeing up the other to slide down and cup right between her legs. “I’m going to pull your panties down and they’re gonna be all wet and ruined. Aren’t they?”
She tugged her lip into her mouth and ignored me as I traced the seam on her jeans from the top of her pussy to her ass.
“Because you like this so much,” I taunted. “You like being dominated. You like being owned, and played with, and fought over. You like that I’m jealous enough to pin you to this bed and shove my cock down your throat until you admit that you’re mine with pretty fucking tears streaking down your face. Right?”
“God, you talk a lot,” she quipped, still avoiding looking at me. Her face was flush and dewy, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out against her temples and in that small hollow of her throat.
“I’m done talking,” I decided. Her top was cinched together at the front with cheap, pliant clasps and I dug my fingers into the hem and ripped it open, corset tearing beneath my fingertips like pulling out stitches from skin. The second her taut, dark nipples were exposed to me I latched onto them, twisting and teething while her back arched beneath me.
Her dark jeans were painted on, so tight and firm against her flesh they drove me crazy all night and drove me even fucking crazier trying to get them down her legs. The button nipped my skin, the zipper fought me tooth to nail. I tugged and tugged, lifting her ass off the sheets and even giving it a frustrated, aggressive slap as she wriggled out of the denim attempting to help me.
I was sweating through my shirt by the time I wrung the damn things off her ankles and whipped them onto the floor, wasting no time wrenching her legs back open and shoving my face right into the damp, warm cotton covering her. I licked her over it, tasting the tang and salt and sweat, her perfect natural smell winding around my senses like vines. I loved the taste of cunt. There was nothing flowery to it, but I fucking loved Ophelia’s pussy like I loved crackling fire, apple pie, and the first sip of a cold one after a long day. She was a staple fucking sensory experience for me. The kind you find yourself nostalgic over on a random Tuesday afternoon.
My thumb hooked through her thong, pulling it aside so I could see that throbbing pink mess she’d made, and my fingers slid dutifully inside her like dipping them straight into candle wax. Her walls constricted like a pulse around them. “So wet and perfect. You’re too good to me, O.”
She sounded strangled, chewing on a string of moans as I fucked her with my hand and opened her up. I couldn’t help myself—I licked her alongside the glide of my fingers, twirling her swollen clit around my tongue, sucking on it until she started to whine and the desperation in her voice made my cock feel like it was caged.
I rubbed something ridged and shallow inside her and her whole body pulled taut.
“Right there?”
“Yes.” She gasped out a confirmation that turned my grin wolfish.
Ruin her. Ruin her, so no one else can even come close.
“Remind me who makes you fucking come,” I said sternly, lifting my head just enough to watch her answer me between jagged breaths.
“You do.”
“No one else.”
Her head rocked lazily back and forth against the bed. “No.”
“Why is that, Ophelia?” My skin was on fire. I was ready to tear out of my clothes. Still I circled her clit with my thumb languidly, focusing every point of pressure into the stroke of my fingers inside of her.
She muttered out something unintelligible, still defiant and bratty and fighting me relentlessly so I reached up and pinched the peak of her nipple hard, sending a jolt of something painfully sensual through her. Ophelia’s eyes snapped open and her jaw relaxed, her mouth curving into a soft circle.
“Speak up, I need to hear it.”
“Because I’m yours.”
I turned my head and sunk my teeth into the inside of her thigh, purposefully sucking a dark mark to the surface that was framed like art by the indent of my canines when I finally let her go. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
Ophelia struggled against my fingers and my mouth, battling equal parts pain and rapture until I shoved my tongue back between her legs and she melted like ice.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she managed to cry out. Seconds later her thighs started shaking around my head, closing in on me like ear muffs as I lapped her from her twitching opening to the bead of her clit. “Pike…I’m…”
Pike.
I moaned against her pussy. My lips latched on and I devoured what felt like every last nerve in her body as it liquified onto my tongue. She came like an angel, writhing, whimpering, holding onto me like a solid anchor until she uncoiled from the high and deflated, satiated and sedative.
Unfortunately for her, I was quite the opposite, strung like a spool so tightly the wire was about to snap. “Sit up,” I instructed her. My belt jingled as I slid leather through it, completely loosening and opening the waist of my slacks. It was so quiet between us I could hear the teeth of my zipper falling apart. “Come over here now, and wrap those defiant fucking lips around my cock and suck it.”
I expected some amount of pushback, but she surprised me, folding underneath herself and onto all fours, dragging my pants down my hips eagerly, and watching me spring free right in front of her face. The release of that pressure felt good by itself, but then her tongue teased a hot, wet stripe up my entire shaft and I choked on the noise that came out of me.
I undressed fully as I grappled with the feeling of her entire mouth taking me to the base. That perfect tongue circling me, the back of her throat contracting on the head of my dick every time she swallowed.