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"When I tell you not to touch yourself, that it's for me, you don't fucking touch yourself, Delilah. Yeah?"
No answer.
I smile to myself.
Then I smack her ass again.
"God! Yes! I won't!"
Something tells me that's a lie.
Something tells me Lilah will do absolutely anything to get under my skin, to win this game we play, and I really fucking love it.
"Whose are you, Lilah?" I ask then repeat the motion, smacking and rubbing, waiting for her answer.
"Yours," she moans, and I look at her hands, those bright red tips curled into the sheets.
"Good girl," I murmur, then I let go of her hair and step back once more. "Stay there, your man's gonna take care of you now," I say, shucking my boxers and then stepping forward, marveling at how the height is perfect as I rub the head of my cock down her wet slit. "Fuck. Is this from me? Did my spanking your pretty ass get you this wet?"
"Yes," she whispers as if she's now trained to answer any questions I ask instantly.
I know once she comes, that, too, will end.
"Fucking made to be mine," I say, then I slowly start to move into her.
"Oh, fuck, Dante," she moans to the ceiling, clamping down on me as I slowly enter her wet pussy.
Torturously slow.
“God, I wish you could see this, baby,” I moan, watching my cock disappear in her, watching her take me. “You take my cock like you were fucking made for it.” She moans deep, and my hand glides from her hip to the center of her back, pressing until her upper half collapses, her face pressing into the soft mattress as she moves her hips back to take more of me.
“Fuck yeah, such a good fucking girl you are. My good fucking girl.”
“Dante, god, please!”
“What do you need, baby?” I ask, but the words are almost malicious, cruel. I know exactly what she needs. But I want her to tell me.
“Dante, I—" A deep moan comes from her again as she tips her hips, my cock brushing a new spot inside her.
“Use your big girl words, Lilah. Tell your man what you want him to do,” I say, and that hand moves up to her neck, twisting in her hair and tugging until she's looking up at the ceiling, the rest of her blonde curls falling in a cascade. The arch in her back has me wishing there were a camera in here, something I could watch over and over on the nights I can’t be with her.
“I need more,” she says with a whimper.
“What do you need, Lilah? I’ll give you anything you want,” I say, tightening my fingers in her hair, another low moan leaving her lips before she finally gives me what she needs.
“My clit!” she shouts. “I need you to rub my clit and make me come!”
“That’s my girl,” I say, then I move the other hand on her hip down and in, straight to her wet clit that’s already swollen. Once, twice, three times, and then she’s gone, clamping down and screaming my name. “Fuck yeah, Lilah. Fuck,” I groan, thrusting in deep and then staying there as I fill her before collapsing on top of her, only my forearms keeping me from crushing her. I allow minutes to pass as I kiss her neck lightly, feeling her breathing regulate. When I finally move, her eyes are slowly drooping, exhaustion taking over.
“Oh, no, baby. I’m not done with you.” Those pretty blue eyes pop open, and I smile.
“What?” she says
“I’m not done with you. At least two more times before I let you sleep.” Her face goes slack with shock, and I laugh, standing and pulling out of her. A small mewl falls from her lips as I do.
“See? You don’t even want me to leave you yet. You need more, baby. Let me feed you first, though. Get your energy up,” I say, pulling her up and pressing my lips to hers.
“Okay," she says. And then I feed my girl before I fuck her again.
