Black Ties and White Lies(56)

“Go over there and get on your knees.”

She looks at the open space cautiously, her fingers absentmindedly drifting to her pussy and running through the wetness I created.

I click my tongue, running my hand down my shaft. “Not so fast. You’re not allowed to touch yourself right now.”

She works her lip between her teeth. I expect her to argue. For once, she doesn’t. Like a good girl, she walks to the space in front of me, tenderly falling to her knees. Her eyes are wide as she watches me carefully.

“That’s more like it,” I praise, stroking myself. Every fantasy I’ve had about the woman in front of me fails in comparison to the view of her in this moment.

Margo sits back, placing her perfect bare ass on her heels. “What do you want me to do next?”

I lean back, one arm resting on the comforter to hold my weight while the other continues to stroke up and down my hard length. I’ve never been a patient man, but I could practice all the patience in the world if I had the view in front of me.

Her hand skirts over her bare skin, her fingers flicking her pink, hardened nipple.

“Hands on your thighs,” I demand. The aggravated groan that passes her lips only fuels my desire to draw this out for a bit longer, to really make her pay for denying me for so long.

“I want you to apologize,” I begin.

“What do I need to apologize for?” She wiggles, trying to get some kind of friction.

“For making us wait this long when we both knew this would happen eventually.”

“What would happen eventually?”

“Us fucking, Margo. I’d given you the chance when you first moved to New York with me. I’d been ready to fulfill every fantasy, every desire you ever had, and you denied me.”

Standing up, I walk toward her. I can’t keep my hands off her for long. Now that she’s given me the chance to touch her, to prove to her who she belongs to, I can’t stop. I circle her, one hand still stroking up and down my cock like I have all the time in the world.

“I’m used to getting whatever I want, whenever I want it. Instead of you letting me make your pussy weep for me, you made me wait. You denied me. Worse, you blamed it on my fucking little brother that never ever deserved you. I was furious. Apologize. Tell me how sorry you are for denying the both of us, and then maybe you’ll deserve my cock.”

I move a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She leans into my palm, brushing her cheek against my skin.

“I’m sorry.”

I run my finger over her bottom lip, pulling it down. “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for making you wait.” Her body quivers as I press my thumb into her mouth. She wraps her lips around my digit, allowing me to press deeply into her throat. I sigh in approval, pulling my thumb out and brushing it over her chin. “It was hard,” she adds.

“You didn’t just make me wait, baby. You made us wait. It was agonizing. Pure torture.”

She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts. Seeing her on her knees, willingly doing what I ask of her, is excruciatingly sexy. The hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve already forgiven her for making me wait. The sight of her willing to beg is enough to wipe the slate completely clean. But she doesn’t need to know that. For the time being, I’ll enjoy the show, knowing very soon it’ll lead to me burying my cock in her and never leaving.

My fingers brush over her cheek. “I know it was hard, baby. That sweet little cunt of yours wanted me, even when you were insistent on depriving me of it, you couldn’t quite shake me. I haunted you even in your dreams.”

“No you didn’t.”

My fingertips press hard into her jaw, jerking her head to look up at me. “You want to repeat that?”

She smiles. Fucking Margo Moretti. Even when she’s on her knees begging for me to fuck her, she finds a way to be defiant.

“You didn’t.” She stares at me, not a hint of remorse in her green eyes.

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Letting go of her jaw, I back up a few steps, reclaiming my seat on the edge of the bed.

Margo runs her lips together, attempting to hide her satisfied smile. I want to wipe the sassy smile from her face by shoving my cock through her lips.

So that’s how it’s going to be. My cock grows even harder. I love seeing her on her knees but having her push back a little is hot as fuck. I’ll make her more than pay for it.

“Open your legs.”

A small crease forms on her forehead.

“Slide your knees open,” I instruct. “Give me a view of that puffy pussy.”

She does exactly as I say. Opening her thighs up so her wet and needy cunt comes into view again. I lick my lips, still tasting her on my lips. Now that I’ve had one taste of her, it’ll never be enough. I want to taste her every single day, feel her come against my tongue, writhing in pleasure, every morning before I leave my bed.

“Now what?” she asks quietly. Her voice isn’t as confident as it was a few moments ago. Maybe now that she’s spread open in front of me, she’s lost some of that sass. Or maybe she’s tired of me making her wait. She should’ve thought of that before she let me kiss her and told me I couldn’t do it again.

“Play with yourself.”