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“Want me inside that pretty pussy?”
The directness punches straight through me.
“Yes.”
His eyes lock onto mine. “Say it.”
I do.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Whatever restraint Bitter had left disappears from his face.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
He settles between my thighs, but he doesn’t push inside immediately. Instead he drags the head of his cock through my wetness, coating himself slowly while I squirm underneath him.
Once. Twice.
“Bitter.”
“Wanted to feel how wet you got for me.”
“You’re being mean.”
“You asked for rough.”
“I didn’t ask for torture.”
His grin is wicked. “Difference of opinion.”
Then he starts pushing inside me.
The first stretch steals my breath, and his face changes instantly.
“Sweet?”
“I’m okay.”
He stops anyway.
I wrap both legs around his hips. “I said I’m okay.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
He presses deeper. My nails dig into his shoulders, and Bitter curses.
“Too much?”
“No.”
“Tell me if it is.”
“I will.”
He pushes all the way in.
