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I yank her shirt up, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. Before she can think to escape, I unclasp her bra and toss it over my head before gathering her wrists back in my hand. I hear a faint, “Hey! Who threw that?”
She doesn’t seem to notice and squirms, but she’s just rubbing against me, which isn’t helping her case.
“Stop moving,” I say, before lowering my mouth to her nipple and sucking it hard. She lets out a harsh gasp, and I move to the other nipple while unbuttoning her shorts. I yank them off and stop to look down at her body.
She’s curvy yet defined, with a perky ass that fits perfectly in my hands and muscular thighs that could crush my skull. I definitely would enjoy it if she tried to. She’s wearing black panties that look like they were part of a set, not that I noticed what her bra looked like.
I flick my tongue over her nipple again while I slip my hand between her thighs. She’s soaking wet. I rub her over her panties, and her hips buck involuntarily.
“Fuck…” she breathes, watching me. I alternate between each of her breasts, giving them the attention they deserve as I continue stroking her. Her moans get louder as she moves, trying to make her orgasm come faster. Right when she looks like she’s about to be pushed over the edge, I stop. Her head snaps up and she’s fucking gorgeous with murder in her eyes.
“What the hell?” she asks, panting.
“Aw, did you forget rule #3?”
“Rule number…” she stops. “No, no, no. Not right now. Come on!”
I start stroking her again, slower this time.
“You can’t—”
“Blair, shut up or you’re going to get us caught.”
I cover her mouth with mine, and she opens for me easily. I sweep my tongue past her plush lips. She tastes like a candied apple and all I want to do is sink my teeth into her. Moving my lips down to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone—I rip her underwear off and plunge two fingers inside of her. Her back arches as she moans—loud enough that I think someone might hear—as I press my thumb to her clit. Her mouth is wide open, and I think about shoving something in there to keep her quiet until her legs start shaking. I stop again, pulling my fingers from her and sucking them into my mouth.
“Damn, you taste good.” Her glassy eyes are on me, watching as I lick my fingers. She looks spent, and somewhat defeated.
My grip on her wrists tighten and she lets out a breath. “This is cruel.”
“You haven’t seen cruel yet, princess. This is just the beginning.”
She groans, trying to twist her body away from me.
“Maybe you should try begging.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “What?”
“Beg.”
She opens and closes her mouth, trying to form words.
“Try… please.”
“Please.”
“No.”
She lets out an exasperated whine. She’s clearly growing frustrated with her situation. “You just said to say please!”
“I said try. You tried and failed. Try again.”
“Please, let me come.”
“Better.”
“Please… let me come… uh, please?”
“You’re fucking awful at this.” I move my jean-clad knee between her legs, pressing it against her core, and lift her leg over my hip. “What, the pretty cheerleader never had to beg for anything before?”
