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I nod when my words don’t work.
Theo doesn’t press his finger into me like I so desperately need him to. He glides it up and down my slit, smearing my slicknessover me. Occasionally, the pad of his finger brushes over my clit and makes me jump at the teasing.
His finger finally stops and sinks into me until the first knuckle. It’s the most uncomfortable tease of my life. The feeling of having morerightthere, but not getting any of it.
Theo leans down, chest pressed to mine. With his mouth by ear, he nips at my earlobe before whispering, “I would doanythingfor you, baby doll. Burn this whole fucking world down to see you smile.” Without warning, he pushes his finger into me and another joins it.
I gasp, relief flooding over me as my pussy clenches around his digits.
“I can only imagine how pretty you’d be with the flames reflecting on your face.” He adds before he sits back.
He hooks his fingers inside of me, pressing them against the spot that makes my eyes roll back. “Fuck—fuck,Theo,” I moan.
“Say my name, Roo. Fucking say my name when you cum around my fingers. Then you can have my cock.”
With my eyes watching his face, I rock my hips in time with the movement of his fingers, grinding down against them each time they press upward. The feeling of ecstasy starts to build at the base of my spine and I rock to chase the electric tingles. A little bit more and I’ll tumble over the edge for him.
Theo slows down.
I whimper, glaring up at him as he smirks down at me. His fingers stay buried in my cunt, but they stop moving. My inner walls desperately clench around them, trying to get that feeling back, but Theo holds still.
“Do you deserve it?” he asks. “Do you deserve to come on my fingers? On my cock? You’re at my mercy. I could leave you here all night. Get myself off, make you watch.” His voice is practically a coo, teasing,mocking. His free hand goes to the hefty bulge in hisslacks, stroking over it and biting his bottom lip, dropping his head back.
My mouth is so fucking dry. I’m pissed that he took my orgasm from me, leaving me on the precipice. I’m pissed that he looks so goddamn hot as his hand teases himself, never letting his cock spring free, but letting me watch the way his hips roll.
His head snaps back up, eyes meeting mine and he flashes me that devilish smirk. “Maybe I’ll let you come if you ask me nicely enough.”
I swallow, trying to wet my mouth. “P-please Theo?”
“Please what, baby doll?”
Asshole. “Let—let me come. Fuck! Let me come.” I’m so frustrated. I was right there! It’s not fair that he took it away. It’s not fair that he’s in control. He’s always in control.
“Mm, maybe.” He starts to move his fingers again at the most frustratingly slow pace. I should be irritated, but I can feel my release start to build up again. Painstakingly slow, but the coil in my abdomen is tightening again.
“Fucking let me come!”
“Temper. Being demanding won’t get you anywhere.” His fingers start to slow down again and I can’t take it. I need this.
“Theodore, please,” I whimper as tears sting behind my eyes again. It’s so pathetic that I’m going to cry over being denied an orgasm, but I don’t think he knows how badly I need this. The pressure building inside of me needs to be released or I think I might die. “Please let me come. Let me come on your fingers. Please.” I keep begging, the words running together until I’m a wreck of senseless pleas and whimpers.
Theo tilts his head, looking down at me. “Okay.” He speeds the pace of his fingers again, slamming them against my g-spot at a tempo that has me losing my mind.
Waves crash over me suddenly. I feel sparks. I see sparks. I cryout for him but my head is spinning and I can hardly hear myself as I come on his fingers.
I’m hardly aware of Theo pulling his fingers away as I ride out the aftershocks. As I’m blinking my eyes to clear up my vision from the blurriness it took on after my orgasm, the thick head of his cock presses into me. My vision is cleared in time to see him smirk before he pushes inside.
“Fuck!” I gasp. My body is still sensitive. I haven’t come down from my orgasm yet. Each thrust is angled to hit that spot inside of me again and again, simulating it like he had with his fingers. My hands fight at the belt restraining me because I want to touch him. I want him to be close.
Theo reads me. He doesn’t release my hands but he leans down and presses kisses along my jaw as his hips piston into me. A delightfully deep in and out, letting me feel every inch of him stretching me in sinfully delicious ways. His hand grips my thigh, holding it up so he can angle himself better.
“Fuck, baby doll.Fuck. This cunt was made for me. Can’t you feel it? How good you fit around me? I was meant to be inside of you.” He leans down, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He nips at the skin again, pulling even more moans from me. “You’re so goddamn pretty like this, taking my cock. Pretty all the time, but fuck, when my cock is in you…I lose my mind.”
His hand grips my hip tightly as he pounds into me. Harder. I can feel another orgasm cusping and I let myself fall into it. I let it take me as I come around him, my pussy milking his cock desperately as I come. Wave after wave washes over me, and Theo doesn’t relent. The devil is taking me to heaven.
Or maybe this is hell. Whatever it is, I never want to leave.
“Roo,” he whispers against my skin, followed by a few curses as he comes. His hot release fills me, making me whimper and press against him one more time.