Page 103 of Fated to Them

“Why are you in such a good mood?” I ask, trying to claw myself away from him, the blankets being ripped down as I clutch onto them, trying to escape his clutches.

He pulls me back toward him, a squeal leaving my lips from the quick movement when I slip off the bed, landing flat on my face, my boobs smacking the ground first, painfully crushed under my weight as I hit the ground with a soft thud. He laughs at me.

“Fucking jackass,” I shriek, socking him one in the nuts.

He grunts, clutching his balls, and I crawl away from him, about to make a run for it, when I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his chest rumbling against my back as he laughs at my attempt to escape him.

“That was a low blow,” he growls out before sitting on the bed and turning me, so I am draped over his lap.

He rubs my ass with his huge palm. I know he is about to brand it with his hand, so I do the only logical thing in my position. I bite the outside of his thigh. He jumps before his hand comes down my ass, making my eyes water.

“Let go!” he says, but I bite down harder.

His hand coming down harder on my ass makes me cry out, forcing me to let go. I can taste the denim of his jeans on my tongue.

“Only dogs bite. Are you a dog?”

“No, but you are Fido. Now, let me up,” I tell him, squirming on his lap as I use my hands to push up and off his lap.

His hand rubs over my ass before hooking his thumb into the waistband and pulling my panties down.

“Quit moving,” he says, running his hand over my skin, sparks rushing over my exposed flesh.

His fingers trail between my cheeks before brushing over my slit as he rubs it.

“You know, there is a thing called consent. I haven’t given you permission to touch me,” I tell him.

“Do you want me to stop, Addie?” he asks, parting my lips with his fingers, sparks rushing to my clit, and I feel my walls clench.

His fingers linger but do not enter as he gently strokes around my entrance.

I feel myself becoming wet, my arousal spilling onto my thighs, and I push against his fingers, wanting them inside me.

“I take that as a no?” he says before pressing his fingers against my clit, making me moan at his torturous teasing.

“Words, Addie,” he says, stopping.

“Oh my god, Eli, if you stop, I will bite you again,” I warn him when he suddenly pinches my clit hard, making me gasp before rolling it between his fingers, soothing the sudden pain.

“Sorry didn’t hear you. What was that, love?”

I groan when his fingers stop moving again.

“Don’t stop,” I whine, and he chuckles, his fingers moving again as he starts rubbing my clit in circular motions.

I moan at the friction, my walls clenching when he moves, his fingers sliding between my wet folds before sliding into me; he moves them slowly. Pulling them in and out, my juices coat him as they slip in and out of me, making me push against them, wanting him to go faster. His hand in the center of my back moves to my hair before he grabs a handful, pulling my head back.

He leans down, kissing my jaw, running his nose along it to my ear.

“So wet,” he murmurs, plunging his fingers inside me deeper, making me cry out.

He lets go of my hair, his hand moving to his belt buckle, but I have no intentions of hopping off his lap, so I remain still as he pulls his belt out with one hand. I can feel his erection digging into my stomach when he suddenly pulls his fingers from me before pulling me up, and I huff, annoyed, as he makes me stand. He pushes my panties to the floor with his foot.

“Remove them,” he says, and I step out of them.

“Remove the shirt,” he says, watching me as I peel it off.

He opens his legs before pulling me between them, making me stand in front of him.