“That’s my good girl,” I praise as I lower my hand down her smooth flesh, slowly brushing it over her peaked nipple. Her breath hitches, fighting the waves of pleasure she desperately craves. My other hand explores her soft curves until I land between her legs. I rub the pad of my thumb over her sensitive bud, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed. Her head falls back with a moan, and I know she’s going to combust before I even insert a finger inside her.
“Is this smooth pussy for me?” I ask, adding more pressure. I lower my mouth to her neck and press kisses down to her collarbone. “Answer me, Viola.”
I hear her suck in a breath before she responds. “Believe it or not, not everything’s about you.”
I scrape my teeth along her neck, landing under her ear. I pull her lobe between my lips and suck. “Is that so?” I plunge a finger inside her without warning.
She gasps, squeezing her fingers around my arm to steady herself.
“Fuck, you have a tight little cunt. It’s so damn wet.” I look down at her, watching as she rotates her hips, seeking relief. I kiss along her shoulder, wrapping my arm around her and keeping her pinned against the wall. I push in a second finger, her throat opening and releasing a deep, urgent moan.
“Mmm…that’s it, princess.” I sink in deeper, rubbing the pad of my thumb along her clit. “Have you come on a guy’s fingers before?” She ignores me, and I grin at the way I’ve completely taken her over. “What about a guy’s mouth? Have you orgasmed that way before?”
“Mmm…” she says, her hips going wild as she rides my fingers. “I’m tempted to sit on your face just to shut you up.”
“Fuck, princess. That thought already crossed my mind, trust me, but I want to feel the first orgasm I give you. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers, your orgasm dripping down my hand as I finger fuck you harder. So c’mon, Viola. Let me hear you. I know you need it.” Her body is writhing against me, and I know she’s going to burst any minute.
She’s either holding back or needs a little extra encouragement, so I quickly whip her around to face the wall and press my chest against her. My cock is rock hard as it rubs the soft part of her back. I wrap an arm around her waist, finding my way down her smooth path to her clit. My other hand slides up and wraps around her throat, adding just enough pressure to tilt her head until my lips brush over her ear.
“You have any idea what you’ve done, princess? I’ve spent the better half of my teen years talking myself out of putting a move on you. Then you grew up and despised everything about me, making me want you even more. And now? I want to fuck you so goddamn raw, you won’t be able to walk for a week. But you know what?” I say, pushing two fingers back inside her, her juices covering them immediately. “Even through all the anger and judgment, I think you secretly wanted me, too.”
Her jaw tenses, her eyes refusing to look up at me. “Sorry to pop your enormous ego bubble, but the anger’s always been real. I’d push you in front of a bus if it meant I never had to see your arrogant face again.”
I smile at that, seeing right through her lies. “Tsk, tsk.” My fingers speed up, pushing in and out of her abruptly, her hand slamming against the wall for support. “Your body says otherwise. Your pussy is aching for it. You can’t fight it anymore.”
“My fingers do the same thing,” she states matter-of-factly. “The only difference is I would’ve come twice by now.”
“You have a filthy little mouth, Viola Fisher, and it’s mostly filled with lies. I know for a fact it’d never be this good on your own.”
“Vibrators are a marvelous thing,” she says. “And it doesn’t talk.”
My lips twitch, my body getting hotter. “Fuck, Viola…I swear to God, if I didn’t want to taste your pussy so damn bad, I’d fuck you until you pulled your own hair out and your nails were scratched down to nothing.” I curl my fingers in deeper and push her body closer against mine, making her feel the tip of my cock against her. “You feel that?”
I hear her throat hum, eager to scream and plead for relief, but being the stubborn little priss she is, she fights it. If she’s not going to give it willingly, I’m just going to have to make her.
My hand finds her breast, and I pinch her taut pink nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. Her breath hitches once again, and I know she won’t be able to hold it in much longer. I palm her breast and squeeze with just enough force to make her release a moan.
“Ahh…” Her head falls back, and I know she’s no longer in control, no matter how much she wants to believe she is. Viola Fisher is putty in my hands.
“Mm-hmm, that’s it. You’re going to come so fucking hard, princess. Let me hear it,” I say against her temple. “You need it. You’re trembling,” I say, my voice softer this time. I know she needs it as badly as I do.
“Travis…” she nearly whispers. “God, yesyesyes…” Her hips move in motion with the rhythm of my fingers.
“That’s right, princess. Take what you need. Ride my fucking fingers and take it.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and releases the loudest, sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. She squeezes her tight cunt around my fingers and soaks them completely. Being the greedy bastard I am, I don’t give her more than a second to catch her breath before I rub her clit again. I thrust my fingers in and out, pressing harder and faster on her sensitive bud, knowing she isn’t done yet.
“Fuck, ohmygod. I-I can’t…” she mutters, her hips rocking faster against my fingers, needing the relief more than she can speak.
“Who makes you feel this way, princess?” I ask, adding pressure. “Tell me.”
She releases another moan but ignores the question.
“I’m not letting you come until you say it.” I begin retracting my fingers, reminding her who’s in charge.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she hisses, her breath releasing in short waves.
I tsk at her, pulling my fingers out more. My palm squeezes her breast again, reminding her that she’s completely surrendered to me, her pleasure is mine for the taking.
“You need it, Viola…I can feel how badly you do.” I push my fingers back in just slightly, teasing her until she caves. “So, tell me. Who does this to you, princess?”
“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” She reaches down, trying to remove my hand so she can give herself the relief she’s craving.
“Nice try. No amount of touching yourself would ever compare to how it feels when I’m touching you.” I grab her wrist and pull her hand up to her chest. “Who knew you’d be so needy?” I quip, resting my fingers back on her. “Now you want to come or not?”
“Yes,” she pleads, her jaw clenching.
“That’s my good girl.” I press a chaste kiss on her neck and work my fingers inside her, deep and fast until she’s unraveling in my arms. She clenches around my fingers as my name falls from her lips.
I release her and spin her around, her face looking so damn gorgeous all flushed, hair sticking against her slick skin. She watches intently, her chest moving rapidly, as I suck on my fingers, tasting her. I lick my lips, and she releases a soft moan.