Page 87 of Wed to the Devil

She inhales a shaky breath. "I want you so bad, Dare."

"I need to fuck you now," I utter.

I grab her ass with my other hand and haul her on top of me, straddling my hips. She flushes but smirks as she strokes my cock, finding it hard as a fucking rock.

I reach down and run my fingers along the lips of her pussy. She's damp but not drenched.

"This won't do," I say. "I need your pussy hot and ready to take this big cock."

Talia's eyes widen. Popping my fingers in my mouth, I suck on them and then run them back down her slit, parting her pussy lips. Her palm runs down my chest and her breathing halts.

"W-what are you doing?" she asks.

"Shh." I use my free hand to push against her belly, encouraging her to lean backwards and tilt her pelvis toward me. She takes my direction as if it comes naturally to her.

I love it when Talia takes my silent commands.

I part her lips and run my fingertips around her clit in a delicate swirl. "I'm going to make you so wet that your pussy is dripping with your juices. I'm going to make you so hot that when you straddle me, you're going to come all over my cock."

Her jaw drops. I shush her and rub her clit for a minute. Talia closes her eyes and touches her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She thrusts her hips forward a few times, her expression growing intense.

"Fuck, baby," she whispers. "Just like that."

I don't reply. I merely growl and continue my rhythmic flicking and swirling.I change the pressure a few times and then adjust the quick circles that I rub into her clit.

Talia's eyes fly open. "Oh, Dare. Oh, god."

She looks down at me and flicks her tongue against her upper lip. I quirk a brow.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispers. "I want you to fuck me like an evil, dominating billionaire."

I groan. "That's what I am, darling girl."

"Then fuck me like the wicked man you are."

I grab her hips and slide the head of my cock against her pussy but don't push inside her. It takes every single molecule of my being not to move.

But I stay still as a statue and stare her down.

She looks at me. "What is it?"

"I want you to beg me to fuck you," I grit out.

Her mouth pops open in surprise. "But I thought you said you wanted to fuck me."

"I do. God, I really fucking do. But does that mean I don't get to hear you beg?"

She blinks, her expression turning angry. "Fuck you, Dare."

I chuckle. "Now, now. There's no need for you to get upset, my little wife. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is beg."

"Fucking bastard," she mutters.

"But I'm your fucking bastard, darling girl." I smooth back a stray strand of hair that has escaped her bun, my expression taunting. "Say the words, Talia."

She sucks in a sharp breath. "Dare..."

I stare at her. "Beg."