"You've been quiet," I murmured as I grabbed her thighs and pushed them together. My dick slid between them, thick and veined, coated instantly with her juices. "You had a lot to say before."
I slid in between her thighs, slow, lazy, brutal friction against soaked cunt. Her legs trembled, her breath shuddered, and still… she stayed silent.
"Nothing left to say now?" I asked, rocking again, dragging the head of my cock along her entrance. I pressed in, not fully, just enough for her walls to clench. And then pulled out again.
Her fists clenched against her back.
"Fuck you," she muttered through gritted teeth, breathless and aching.
"Oh, I intend to," I said, voice like velvet and venom. "Eventually."
I lined up again. Slid the head between her folds. Teased her hole. Didn't push in.
She tried to move. Tried to grind. My hand came down on her ass again, pinning her still.
"If you want it," I whispered into the space between her shoulder blades, "you'll have to ask."
