his dick twitching against my tongue as I swirled it around his head and took the power back from him.
“Tatum,” he groaned and I smiled around his cock, wrapping my fingers tighter around him. As if I was going to make him come though.
He slid his hand down to grip my throat as a noise of carnal desire rumbled through his chest. I teased him with slow, lazy strokes of my tongue which brought him closer to release only to let my mouth go slack before he reached climax and make him swear colourfully. His hand tightened on my neck and he pushed me off, tugging his sweatpants up as he knocked my hand away from his dick too.
“Now what are you gonna do?” I arched a brow mockingly and he pursed his lips at my attitude. But I’d gone full bitch and I wasn’t coming back for a while. So he needed to deal with it or leave me the hell alone like I’d asked.
“Mouthy today, aren’t you?” He leaned down, grabbing my hips and flipping me over, fisting his hand in my hair and pushing my face down into the cushions of the couch.
“Nash!” I snapped, my voice muffled by the upholstery as I fought to get free, but he wasn’t letting me go, his other hand yanking my yoga pants down and leaving them wrapped around my knees so I couldn’t move. He slid his rigid cock between my legs, angling it to press the smooth length against my pussy then started jerking himself off, rubbing himself back and forth in my wetness as he used it to lubricate his hand.
“Motherfucker,” I snarled, pressing my ass back to try and stop him, but he just slapped it and continued to pleasure himself with my body while giving me nothing. I clawed my hands against the cushions, fighting to get up but the pressure of his palm on my back increased as he carried on, groaning and grunting as he used me, punished me. My attitude had clearly brought out the asshole teacher in him again and despite my best intentions, I was so freaking here for that.
He leaned over me so his ragged breaths tickled my ear and sent shivers along my skin. “Are you going to stop being a brat and fuck me like you’re aching to?” he asked.
My body quivered and my pussy clenched with the need to feel him inside me, but I didn’t say a word, biting my lip hard to keep any noise from coming out. I’m a strong, independent, totally in control wom –
“Ah,” I moaned as his cock rubbed my clit for the briefest moment. Goddammit.
“I can feel you trembling, princess,” he laughed. “Are you really gonna be that stubborn?”
He slid his thick shaft along the centre of me again and my back arched involuntarily to give him more access. I felt him shudder with need and the feel of how much he wanted me made my head spin. But I could not give in. I had a damn point to make. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was anymore, but I was determined to make it anyway.
“Well? Are you?” he demanded, my pulse daggering as he yanked my hair, pulling my head up so he could hear me speak.
“Yeah, I am,” I said and to my credit, the words came out sounding pretty icy. He rocked his hips and his dick rubbed against my clit again, making another heady moan fall from my lips and give the game away entirely.
“Are you sure?” he asked mockingly.
I could hear the damn grin in his voice and it made me more resilient than ever, but as he pressed the head of his cock to my opening, my entire body convulsed. I ground against him, desperate for more, but he clearly wasn’t going to give it to me unless I said the words.
He reached under my hips, his fingers sliding through my wetness as he coated them in my arousal before toying with my clit.
“You don’t play fucking fair,” I snarled, but it came out breathier than I’d planned, pleasure twisting through my flesh from his touch.
“News flash, gorgeous, I’m not a good man,” he growled. “And I’m getting tired of your games. So I’m gonna fuck you for my own enjoyment. Feel free to change your mind before I finish though.” He shoved himself inside me and I cried out, bracing myself on the cushions as he started dominating my body, moving