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She held onto his forearm and pulled him closer. He tried to kiss her once, twice, hell it was probably three or four times, but each time she turned away. She only wanted his hand, not his lips. So he punished her with what he allowed her to ride out and what he refused to stimulate further.
His fingers stroked inside of her with a force strong enough to cross over the intimate barriers that would hold most virgins at bay, but his woman wasn't innocent. No, he stripped her of it months ago and it was why he knew without question that she would always belong to him. Her eyes closed when his hand moved rapidly into her. He almost let her take the climax riding in for her, but he stopped and withdrew all over again. "Tell me where you want me."
She shook her head and swallowed hard.
"That's okay, baby, we can do this all night." His fingers worked under her casually, skirting around the small opening of another intimate threshold, but the tips only dipped once. She squirmed and he moved up against her. His cock hard against her thigh, his lips went to her ear. "I will not fuck you unless you beg me for it." He sneered then. "I'm not the one demonstrating need here, Carly."
His guess was, she probably knew better than to believe him. He had the best of intentions when he made the promise because he'd worked her into a heated storm, and following through on sexual gratification seemed more inviting.
Again, he kept his hand positioned under her pussy, tempting her with a fingertip one minute and a cock the next, but neither invaded nor claimed.
"Damn you!" She rose up to grind against his palm.
He smirked. "Damn me? Oh yeah, you've done that ... to a hellI can never leave." He took the shaft of his cock in his hand and fisted it tight against her vagina.
Quick as a whip, she locked her legs behind his back and grabbed his forearms all in one swift move. "Fuck me. Now!"