me, remember?" I teased him.
"You deserved it. Naughty little thing. Tell me how you want me again."
"I want... you," I whispered, and in moments, his warm mouth covered mine. He kissed me deeply, not like an object or a plaything, but like a person he cared for. I allowed myself to live the fantasy, returning his passionate kisses as his hands ran down the length of my body, caressing inch after inch of me.
His touch turned fiery. I knew he wanted me. His hardness was pressing against me as he deepened our kiss, demanding more and more from my quivering lips. I was still naked, the only thing separating us, the thin fabric of his briefs. Finally, he pulled them down, his cock touching my bare skin for the very first time and making me gasp, eager for him to do so much more to me.
"Tell me you want this," he demanded, gripping his cock in his fist, and touching his tip to my belly. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you, Kitty."
"I need it, Sir," I managed. "I can't be without it anymore..."
"How badly do you need it?"
"I don't think I can stand another minute without it," I groaned, twisting, and turning beneath him. "Please, Sir... Put it inside me, don't torture me anymore..."
But he wasn't done just yet. He grabbed my arms by the wrists, locking them above my head as he toyed with his dick, pressing it between my pussy lips. He was leaking precum in moments, getting me even wetter as I begged and begged for him to take mercy on me. The cruelty he'd shown me the previous night had melted away to reveal a kind, caring man who wanted to please me as much as he wanted to torture me. I was so eager for him, so ready for him to take anything he'd ever wanted from my willing body. And he knew it too, eliciting moan after moan from my parted lips.
"You're impossible to resist, Kitty," he muttered against my mouth. "Im-fucking-possible."
I hadn't heard him curse before, and the dirty word made me arch my back, ready to beg for him to take me. I didn't need to though.
His cock buried in my silky depths and I cried out with relief as he started moving in me. His hips were powerful and unrelenting, driving his cock into me again and again until stars exploded in front of my vision. He showed me pleasure in a matter of seconds, the kind I'd spent my whole life searching for. I knew the question to his answer from the previous night now more than ever.
Have you ever been in love before?
No, I have not.
Not then.
Not before you.
My lips parted to get the words out, but he drowned them with another demanding kiss. Grayson Kline was a passionate lover who wasn't afraid of taking what he wanted. His touch was as punishing as it was kind, and he brought me to the edge several times, pulling back just before I could come. He laughed at me, and I knew he was playing one of his endless games again as he drove into me again and again.
"Please," I rasped pleadingly. "I want to come, Sir..."
"You will," he promised me. "As soon as you tell me what you were just thinking about."
My cheeks darkened and flushed. The man was a mind reader on top of everything else. It felt like he was in my head, turning over every stone to find the truth that I'd selfishly tried to keep to myself. It was too soon... much too soon to admit the depth of my feelings, especially knowing he didn't feel the same way.
"I don't want to," I whispered, prompting him to reach up, brushing hair out of my face and gently wrapping his fingers around my neck. I gasped, eager for him to squeeze tighter yet too afraid to ask for the pain I hadn't known I'd been craving.
"You don't want to?" he repeated gently, and I shook my head. "I want you to though, Kitty. And that's all that matters, isn't it? That you please me."
I found myself nodding despite not wanting to admit it, and he smiled at me affectionately, groaning as my pussy clenched around his cock.
"As soon as you tell me, I'll let you come," he grunted. "An orgasm for your thoughts, my pretty Kitty..."
I didn't want to, but he'd brought me close enough to the edge that I was unable to