Throwing her bag in the corner, she starts toward the kitchen. Her attitude is pissing me off. I grab her by the arm, turning her around to face me.
“You need to take it slow, Jillian. You are going to hurt yourself more by jumping back into something before you are ready. If you think I’m going to sit back while you act like a dumbass and hurt yourself, you’re wrong.”
She rips her arm from me, a scowl on her face. “You can’t tell me what to do, Zeek.”
My teeth clench with her tone. I found her telling me no before cute, but this just pisses me off.
I laugh, palming her jaw gently before fisting her hair, yanking it roughly.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I do get to tell you what to do, because you’re mine, and I care about you. But more importantly, you want me, so that puts you in the losing position.”
I pull her face close, my lips next to her ear.
“If you defy me, I will make your life a living hell,” I whisper.
She pulls back, her eyes searching mine.
“Starting with not giving you what your body craves.” I nip at her earlobe. “Me.”
She rolls her eyes, like I’m being ridiculous. “I’d like to see you last a day. I think you’d cave before I ever would,” she mocks, acting as if she can live without my cock in her for one day.
“Oh, you wanna call my bluff, sweetheart?” To think she doesn’t want me, it pisses me off.
One hand fisting her hair, I pull her body to mine. Her eyes go heavy instantly, her nipples hardening against my chest. I affect her severely, but what she doesn’t know is she makes me go mad, as well. My fingers play at the waist of her stretch pants, which fit her body like a glove. My eyes never leave hers, like it’s a game of who can stare the longest. It’s sensual, raw, and a turn-on that has my nuts aching.
Agonizingly slow, I drop my hand down her pants and find her cute little school girl panties.
Her chest rises with a large breath as the pads of my fingers rub against the moisture that’s soaking through the fabric. I pull them aside slowly, my index finger grazing her wetness. A soft sigh trembles from her mouth, and it takes all the strength I have not to slam my fingers into her, turning that sigh into a full-out scream of pleasure.
“Yeah. I think the only one calling bullshit here is me.”
Her eyes clench, her mouth taking the shape of a perfect ‘o’.
“You keep your ass here, got it? No more attitude. We’re past that, babe. ”
She doesn’t reply; my fingers stall in reaction.
“Yes, okay,” she moans, her body trying to rock against my fingers.
“Good,” I whisper.
Grabbing her by the hips, I bend her over the couch.
“Don’t ever act like you’re too good for my dick, Jillian.” To be honest, I don’t think I could hold out on her. Tease her till she cries, yes. But tell her flat-out no? That would be hurting me more than anything.
“Hold on,” I warn.
Her fingers dig into the cushions, her lust-filled eyes looking over her shoulder.
“This will be fast, baby. All I’ve thought about since I left today was getting back here and sinking my cock as far in you as it can go. I wanna feel every inch of you, inside and out.” I toss my hair from my eyes, wanting to see her face. “I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” The words come out low and husky, my fingers digging into her hips with force. Deep down, a small piece of me does hate her. I was fine with the way my life was before. I was existing, not knowing what I was missing. Now that I have her, though, I’ll never walk back to that world I was only surviving in, not living. Not without her.
She tosses her head back and grits her teeth in anticipation. Pulling her pants down to her ankles, I palm her round ass cheeks. They’re so firm, and soft. I give one a small slap, and it ripples from the impact.
Gritting my teeth, a nasal growl ripples through me. She’s got the perfect ass, and my cock wants in it badly.
I rub at the soft skin, my fingers grazing her asshole, and she moans. My eyes go wide at her reaction. I didn’t think of her as an ass play kind of woman.
I give her ass another slap, but on the other cheek. Her fingers clench the couch, a soft sigh rippling through her whole body.
I massage the growing handprint on her porcelain skin. Letting my hand drift a little lower, I dip my finger between her legs, soaking up her wetness and spreading it up her crack.
Her legs widen, her mouth popping open as her eyes roll into the back of her head. My cock pulses with excitement; I think my dirty little cop wants my cock buried deep inside her tight little ass.
“You like that, baby?” She nods and shoves her face back into the couch cushion. I want to plow through her backdoor, but I know I’ll rip her apart if I do. I have to take it slowly, get her used to it. That’s going to take all the restraint I have.
I pull my cock out of my pants, shoving my jeans to my boots.
Fisting my cock, I rub the head of it against her opening.
“Don’t tease me, please,” she begs.
“I like it when you beg. Do it again,” I request, my voice throaty.