His finger rubbed my G-spot, driving me closer to the thing I wanted most—an orgasm. A second finger joined the first, stretching me and making me feel full as the others stroked my outer parts. Shivers racked my body as he worked my pussy to the point where, at times, he stole my breath. The pressure was so intense that I could barely form a thought. Wetness and warmth filled my senses as he licked a path up my neck, stopping at the spot where I could feel my pulse beating rapidly under his tongue.
“James.” It was the only thing I could say. My mind had become muddled. Everything in my body was tight and ready. I pushed up on my tiptoes, trying to get more leverage and work his fingers deeper inside me.
His hand stilled. “You want my cock?” he whispered against my neck.
I nodded my response. I wanted to come, but I wouldn’t mince words with him putting me so close to an orgasm that I felt like I would explode.
“You just want to come,” he grunted, pushing my neck forward and forcing my eyes to his.
Heat crept across my face as I looked into his eyes. It pissed me off that he could read me so well. I’d prided myself on being unreadable my entire life, but James had an ability that unnerved me.
“I want you,” I pleaded, nipping at his lips.
His fingers began to move at a torturous pace. Slowly, he rubbed my insides as he pulled out and pushed back in with force, but kept his palm clear of my clit.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted, digging his fingers in my neck.
“I want you to fuck me.” I could feel the buildup again as my pussy clenched down on his fingers, trying to keep him inside.
“Ask me nicely.” He smirked against my lips as his cheeks rose, almost touching his eyes as his hand stilled again.
I sighed, knowing that there was only one way to get what I wanted. I could fuck around and play a game with his mind. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The proof of that was pressed against my hip.
“James, will you fuck me?” I asked, not breaking eye contact.
“Please,” he said before nipping at my jaw and massaging my insides without the in-and-out motion I fucking craved.
He wanted me to beg—something I’d never done for anyone in my life. People begged me. I’d never wanted anything enough to beg. If I couldn’t get it for myself, then it wasn’t worth having or lusting after.
James was different. He was something I couldn’t get without groveling and giving more of myself than I wanted to. I was too close to coming to turn back now and tell him to get the fuck out of my house. A small part of me wanted to tell him to take his junk and leave, but the part I wanted to punch in the face later said, “Please fuck me, James. I want you.” Fucking traitorous words. Later, I’d kick my own ass.
His smirk turned into a smile as his fingers slipped out of me. He placed the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around them. “Mmm,” he murmured as he licked my juices off. “You taste fucking fantastic. Just how I remember.”
“You’re an asshole. If you’re getting your rocks off by making me beg and then you’re just going to—” I didn’t get to finish the sentence, as he moved my face to his and swallowed my words with his lips.
When he backed away, I was breathless and wanton. I would’ve professed my love and a horde of children to this man for a single orgasm. He’d driven me so close and then pulled away so many times that I no longer was Izzy Gallo, kick-ass chick—I was Izzy Gallo, cock slave to James. I only mildly hated myself for it.
I swayed as he removed his pants, dug in his pocket, and then discarded his jeans to the side. James stood before me, naked and magnificent, with a giant, cocky-ass smile on his face. As he slipped on the condom, I took in his hotness. He had the entire goddamn package—piercings, tattoos, rock-hard muscles, and a beautiful fucking cock. The only downside to James that I could think of was his mouth, but even though I wanted to smack it sometimes, it did crazy fucking things to me. Things I didn’t like to admit.
Before I could move, he lifted me with one arm under my ass and impaled me on his cock with a grunt.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” he moaned, pushing farther inside.
All negative thoughts about the smug bastard standing gloriously naked in front of me vanished as his piercing stroked me from the inside. Turning us, he pounded into me as he pushed my back against the wall.
Using his arm and the solid surface behind me, he battered my body. Drawing my nipple into his mouth, he drove my body higher, granting him deeper access to my pussy and bringing my tits closer to his face.
As he bit down, I hissed, “Fuck.” The pain was soon forgotten as his strokes increased and the mounting pressure returned, more intense than before.