He gripped my thighs and buried his face in my pussy from the back, licking at my wetness and delving his tongue into me. The touch of his mouth was electric, almost unbearable. He groaned and flipped to his back. He put me on top of him, my pussy in his face as he continued licking and sucking. He seized on my clit, rubbing the nub with his tongue. I felt myself tensing from the intense sensation. He was pushing me so close to the edge. When he spread my ass cheeks and sank a finger inside, my pussy convulsed and I came with a scream. He kept laving my skin as I rocked against his tongue. The orgasm rose in hard waves that crashed against me. I let it all out, my cries permeating the air with pleasure. When I finally stopped, he flipped me to my back and crawled on top of me. He spread me wide, cool air hitting my exposed flesh, making me shudder.
"Do you want this?" He nudged his head at my entrance.
"Yes," I breathed.
He withdrew slightly. "Then you can't have it."
I tried to scoot down the bed after him. He wrapped his hand around my throat, holding me in place. "No, angel."
He squeezed my neck lightly, giving me a taste of his strength. It occurred to me that he could really hurt me if he wanted to. Just that thought set me on fire. Nothing was more erotic. His green eyes held me just as surely as his large hand at my throat.
He moved his tip back to me, massaging the folds around my entrance.
"Tell me, angel, do you want this?" His voice was shaking, as if he were having the same trouble with control I'd succumbed to.
I wanted to squirm down onto his cock, to force him to give me what I wanted. But I stayed still. His hand at my throat made sure of that.
He pushed against my entrance. "Do you want my cock deep inside you?" His voice was a low caress, dangerous in its intensity. His fingertips stroked the sides of my neck, soft as a whisper.
I knew what he wanted. The one word good guys obeyed. But he wasn't a good guy. The fact that he was here and doing these things to me proved it. He wasn't going to be tender. Instead, he was going to give me what I wanted. What so many lovers never seemed capable of giving me. His desire for my refusal, my fight, was intoxicating. That he would take what he wanted anyway had my heart racing.
"Tell me to stop. Tell me no, angel." His cock rubbed against me, teasing my already-sensitive pussy with its wet head. His grip tightened on my throat. "Tell me." It was a low threat.
One word on my sultry breath. "No."
His hand clenched at my throat as he sank his cock in to the hilt. I could have come just from the mix of sex and violence. A heady cocktail that I didn't think any man knew how to mix correctly. I was wrong.
I squealed at the slight burst of pain and the intense surge of heat. He released my neck and covered me with his body. My tits rubbed against his hard chest, making the tips even harder.
"Fuck, angel." He claimed my lips, my flavor on his tongue, now given back to me. He started a smooth rhythm. I entwined my hands around his neck and gave him full access to my mouth. His tongue explored and caressed me as he continued pumping, his balls slapping against my ass.
He broke the kiss. "I need to feel you milking me. Come again for me."
He wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled, straining my head back so he could kiss my neck. He reached down with his other hand and rubbed my clit. My feet were in the air. His touches made my legs shake, uncontrollable quakes that emanated from my pussy. I could feel myself clenching tighter and tighter. So close again as his fingers worked me.
"That's it, angel. I feel you like a vise on my cock." He rocked faster into me, harder. His strokes created the echo of skin on skin that ricocheted against the windows and back to my ears.
"I'm going to come," I said, barely a whisper.
"Not until I say so." He moved his fingers away from my clit, circling it now.
"No," I whimpered, not wanting him to stop.
He placed his hand around my throat, squeezing a little tighter than before. "Not until I say, angel."
He sped even faster, leveraging away from me and getting almost back on his haunches. He watched as my tits bounced from his impacts. His eyes were hooded, the green sparkle dimmed by his overwhelming need. I could feel his cock tightening inside me. I wanted to come so badly as we moved together. I closed my eyes, thinking that if I couldn't see his hard body fucking me then I wouldn't fall over the orgasm cliff.
Another squeeze at my throat. "Look at me. Don't stop looking at me."